Alone, on the floor, praying
I was 18 years old, sprawled on my dorm room floor one Saturday night, praying. My roommate and most of the building were out at weekend parties. I had a candle lit—one against dorm rules. It is probably a measure of my desperation to set a spiritual mood, that as a consummate rule follower, I’d taken this drastic step.
During my first year of…
