Enforced Prayer Time

Have you ever been stuck behind a large slow-moving truck?

I have lived in places with curved hilly roads where heavy trucks would lumber up hills and carefully navigate curves. Hills that my little car would zip over and curves that practice had taught me where to enter and how fast they could be taken even when wet. Early in my career a mentor had called those slow-moving trucks enforced prayer time.

Snow-road
Snow-road (Photo credit: Kjell Eson)
One could anxiously look for an opportunity to pass those trucks, but they would be few and far between. Often when the road straightened those same trucks would pick up enough speed to make passing unnecessary or unduly hazardous. Occasional roadside crosses often bore witness to more daring drivers. Thus I would often use those interminable minutes following a slow-moving truck listening for God.

This week perilous cold and blowing and drifting snow encouraged us to cancel our Sunday morning worship service and then clog local roads for two straight days. Although some people deemed their travel essential or desired to test their driving skills, we chose to stay home until the roads had cleared. For two days we got to sit at home read, relax, and listen to God.

How have you encountered God during this perilous cold?

I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the Lord!
– Psalm 27:13-14 (NRSV)

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