Today is Sunday. The fellow who gave a sermon in the church spoke of the prayer. He looks like a, somewhat, aged linebacker, a tall and handsome man. A lot of his public speaking is peppered with the examples from the sports and the games that he played. You wouldn't expect him to be so profoundly grateful for the internal aspects of life. But he talks about prayer like a man who is thinking all night about the conversation he will have with his beloved.
He told us how, when he first began to pray spontaneously (before that he was from the Catholic background and prayed in the prescribed words and ways), when he first felt God communing with him and listening to his simple entreaties, he couldn't wait to get out into the woods, to the spot that he found there to be alone, and talk to God some more.