What story do you tell?
What story do you tell yourself when you see someone sitting or kneeling alone in a church?
I used to feel compassion or empathy for that person because I thought they must be struggling with some difficult situation in their life, and they were asking for God’s help. While I saw the moral beauty in that image, I was grateful that I didn’t need to do that. I can handle my own problems, thank you.
That was my limited first half of life thinking when my primary operating system was my ego. Now, late in the second half of my life, I’m discovering that my operating system is my soul. My ego is taking a back seat.
Maybe that person kneeling in church just came to sit with God as we sit with an old friend when we don’t feel the need to talk or ask for anything.
Maybe they came to get out of their five senses and experience something they couldn’t touch, taste, smell, hear, or see.