Joy Cusack––staff
I still have a distinct memory of the brief period of silent prayer our homeroom teacher led to start the day in middle and high school. Our hands folded neatly on our uniformed laps, heads bowed. My classmates were Jews, Christians, Muslims, and one girl, a Bahá’í. While we shared a common belief in one God, I don’t think any of us understood the importance of those moments of prayerful silence and their potential for blessing our individual lives and the world. A swirl of thoughts about the upcoming day—homework assignments, athletic meets, social events—competed for attention.
Admittedly, the period of silent prayer at the Christian Science church services and Sunday School I attended held similar distractions for me.
