Life greets us in different ways each day: We experience joy, confusion, doubt and grief. We walk through seasons of loneliness and times of closeness with God, family and friends. Each event, the birth of a new baby, the death of a loved one, the sound of a familiar melody, can be an occasion for prayer. In A Book of Simple Prayers, beloved son...
We thought we needed more information. We thought that we would make better decisions if we knew more. The apple offered control of our lives. . . of other lives. If we just had the apple, our own personal apple, no one, not even God, could tell us what to do. So we got the information; we drove at breakneck speed through the information highway. We raced through the orchard, making a network of brickyards between apple trees. Now we have information We sit so immobilized by so much information that we can no longer make choices. . . We have no way to weigh so much information. Dazed and intoxicated by the glut, we are paralyzed to act, to feel, to move. The apple juice drips from our chins as we stare blankly at images of each other, images we can manipulate and alter on the screen. Oh, Lord, we have to much information ! And we have lost. . . with our innocence. . . our wisdom, our outrage, our delight. . .our Eden.
As with all of Gloria's books this was excellent. It was a book of short prayers that were every bit as good as the songs she writes. What a wonderful lady, God Bless.