My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? What makes this scream not just a cry of pain or even a blasphemy but a prayer? The answer is My God, my God.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? What makes this scream not just a cry of pain or even a blasphemy but a prayer? The answer is My God, my God.

This is the ultimate secret of prayer, the philosopher’s stone that turns every possible feeling, good or bad, nice or mean, into the gold of prayer: neither focus, nor perfect silence, nor inner peace, nor a lot of free time. The ultimate secret of prayer lies wholly in this My God, my God! I say it to God, I present it to God, I am always with God and know God is always with me.

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