One evening at a wooded retreat hidden in the countryside I was seated in a little corner in a charming hand-built home, unseen by anybody. There were spiritual people there. College students, like myself, who were learning meditation. Hope in their lives. An increasing understanding of themselves and the divine.
A pretty young girl entered the room. She’d brought some food to share with everyone else. A small vegetarian meal she’d cooked by herself. Something she could add to a table that was already filled with other wonderful meals, plates, colorful glasses and pitchers of tea. Where everybody could see it and help themselves to it.
Still holding her small dish, this pretty young girl knelt down before a little prayer alter. Believing she was unseen by anybody, she closed her eyes, and offered a small prayer for the food she’d brought. A blessing.
In front of her was a photograph of Jesus and some saints. A tiny lit candle, a few flowers, in an otherwise dimly lit isolated setting.
One could hear from outside college students laughing, talking, helping themselves to the wonderfully delicious home cooked vegetarian dishes that had already been set out on a large rustic wooden table. It was night. Stars filled the tree filled sky.
However, in this little private setting in front of a candle and an alter, a pretty young girl was secretly offering a prayer for her food. Believing she was unseen by anybody. Hoping that someone that evening might feel a little God’s blessing while eating a meal she’d prepared. Thanking God that she could bring a little offering of her own. Something she could share with others.
I saw this. She never knew. But I’ve never forgotten. This private moment of prayer touched my heart deeply.