Safe Arrival in Egypt

Rachel and I have safely arrived in Egypt. After sprinting through the Frankfurt airport to make our flight to Cairo and a shuttle ride that makes Chicago commuters look innocuous, we arrived at our hotel... the shower curtain doesn't exactly stay up, and we will be taking military showers while here, but the beds are clean and comfortable. All is well.

This morning, I woke up to the call to prayer at 5am. I admire the devotion of anyone who can wake up this early, morning after morning, to pray. I cannot help but wonder: what would Christianity look like, should we pray 5 times a day, our separate voices melding into one as they are spoken to our Creator. Left wondering whether prayer really "works" or really changes anything, it seems it may be the wrong question to ask. Prayer is relationship, it is breath, it is body, it is soul. It is communion between the created and Creator, and the created with one another. Perhaps prayer is a simple acknowledgement that we are dust and cannot be anything but dust without God, to whom we lift our voices. The ash and the clay speak... and the Creator continues breathing life into us.