Teach Me How to Pray

(St. Louis). The Dome, the place where “The Greatest Show on Turf” once played (led in no small part by the Tigers’ Isaac Bruce), is cavernous. It makes no sense for a gathering of our size to meet in a facility that holds almost 70K people. 

It’s hard to see everything’s that’s happening even with view screens. 

But there we were.  

The first day of gathered delegates and onlookers was a one of prayer and worship. Many languages were spoken highlighting the global nature of the Church.  I had the honor of being anointed by Bishop Bruce Ough, whose nonanxious presence during the most pressure filled moments in Portland a few years ago, modeled a style of leadership to which I aspire. 

We spent the afternoon talking about the rules we’d follow to conduct our business. 

In the corridors caucuses strategized what to do once we ”got down to business.”  Rumors swirled about who’s doing what and when. 

And still we prayed. We worshipped. We communed. We were anointed.

It’s a snapshot of who we are - the faithful who long for the Spirit’s leading to transform us into something hopeful, while others believe the Spirit is meant to lead us into a more rigid version of what is. 

And all the while there’s murmuring in the corridors. 

We start at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow. 

Veni Sancte Spiritus.