I work at a church, so it's normal to pray around the office. It's not even abnormal to be walking through the hallways and see someone laying hands on a coworker in the middle of a highly trafficked doorway. This time, however, they may have crossed the line.
It was a regular morning, and I had been drinking lots of coffee and water as I do to keep myself alert in the wee hours of work. I needed to use the restroom so I walked over, pushed on the door, and felt it hit something. I pushed again, and standing there right inside the entrance to the women's bathroom was a spontaneous prayer circle with women praying and crying. My mind instantly raced with thoughts about how I was going to proceed and if it was rude for me to interrupt and ask them to move over a little so I could get around.
Fortunately, one of them glanced up and saw me so she moved over just enough for me to squeeze by. But now what about the issue of the actual business that I went in there for? Do I wait? What am I supposed to do?
I realized there was another woman in the stall next to me, pondering the same quandary. We had a silent moment of solidarity when we both decided to go for it. After all, the prayer circle picked the location.
I don't recall what the women were praying about, but maybe the sound of rushing water was a metaphor for the power of God rushing into their lives. At least, that's the only explanation I can think of.
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