18.40 LCK Read My Lips

I was talking to you in a public place the other day. Lord. My words were so softly spoken I could barely hear the words myself. My lips were moving quickly to express some urgent feeling I wanted to share with you when a woman interrupted my soliloquy and said to me: "Pardon me, were you speaking to me?"

"No," I said, "I was just speaking to myself."

I wasn't really just speaking to myself, O God.

I mean, I was speaking to myself but I was also speaking to you, too. But I didn't say that to the lady. I don't know why I didn't tell her. She certainly looked like a nice enough lady. I think I was a little embarrassed. I was caught off guard with my spiritual side exposed. But, in this two-dimensional, materialistic world I was quickly brought down to earth by her question. I felt uncomfortable. I felt as though she wouldn't have understood where I was in that special moment of my spiritual reverie. I also felt disturbed to have been removed by her from the sacred place I had been lifted to and abruptly forced by her to return to a place of such ordinariness. I should have told her the truth. Maybe my truth would have lifted her to a better place as well.

Help me, dear Lord, to keep speaking to you in public places. Help me to have the courage to simply let others read my lips and to not be bothered about their wondering about my private wonderings.