The insistent tone of my cell phone’s timer carried through floorboards to our basement schoolroom–another call to prayer unanswered.
I sighed, turned the page, and continued with my sixth-grader in a lesson on fractions.
I had been reading about the historical practice of praying the hours, setting aside intentional moments throughout the day at specific times to stop everything and pray.
Believers long ago listened to the sounding of bells to remind them to pray.
My solution?
Setting a cell phone timer.
It seemed like the perfect solution for a more intentional prayer life..
Why, then, did my timer always seem to sound when I was in the middle of an un-interruptible task?
- Dinner preparation on a ball game night.
- A fervent untangling of numerators and denominators.
- An intense disciplinary moment.
The reminder was impractical for that season, but it was an important step on my journey toward…
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