We had just finished praying. A walk through of the Lord's Prayer, step by step.


 Friday night prayer meeting. A patchwork of believers, Catholic, Evangelical, Seekers...sojourners on the path. We meet at the house of a doctor of immunology. She lives alone and always serves the best grapes and cream cheese strudel one could ask for. No matter the weather, we walk to her house. It is only a few minutes from ours. Another believer in our neighbourhood. When we pray, we pray for our little town. Where two or more are gathered...




I prepare a plan each time, this week The Lord's Prayer. Beside me, a former colleague, a teacher at the local Czech school.  Also in attendance, the esteemed doctor and another friend whose husband is in the other room watching their children. Many are missing. there are usually at least 4 or 5 more. And we are fewer than at our Bible Study.


We pray and share and some of us cry a little. Some tell
stories of hardships. We lift each other up to the Holy One to ask for help. We thank our Father in heaven for His love. We acknowledge His kingdom and sovereignty. We are reminded of our sin and our Saviour's sacrifice so we can experience the joy of forgiveness.


Now I am stuffing my face with cream cheese strudel and the occasional grape. We are sitting around the doctor's table drinking tea and talking. The teacher leans over to me and says how odd and beautifully strange it is that we Americans should come so far so that this humble teacher could come in contact with other believers. 
She thought she was the only one.


My mouth drops open and I forget to chew.