There is no right way to pray. Some feel most comfortable in a communal setting while others prefer solitude. Some speak to their God regularly, while others only once in a while. There is no right way; and we all pray.
Spirituality is a part of us as human beings, although there are those who would choose to deny it. Some have struggled with this idea their whole lives, others are completely in tune to their own internal voice. Still others may choose to ignore the inner voice they know is there.
A powerful disability quote: “Not being able to speak is not the same as not having anything to say”.
And so it is with prayer.
It is told that one Yom Kippur a poor Jewish boy, an illiterate shepherd, entered the synagogue where the Ba’al Shem Tov was praying. The boy was deeply moved by the service, but frustrated that he could not read the prayers. He started to whistle, the one thing he knew he could do beautifully; he wanted to offer his whistling as a gift to God. The congregation was horrified at the desecration of their service. Some people yelled at the boy, and others wanted to throw him out. The Ba'al Shem Tov immediately stopped them. "Until now," he said, "I could feel our prayers being blocked as they tried to reach the heavenly court. This young shepherd's whistling was so pure, however, that it broke through the blockage and brought all of our prayers straight up to God."
This post is a part of the month-long series #BlogElul. The Jewish month of Elul, which precedes the High Holy Days, is traditionally a time of renewal and reflection. We look to begin the year with a clean slate, starting anew, refreshed. All month, along with others, I'll be blogging a thought or two for each day to help with the month of preparation...