Goodness

It was cold in the empty church. But that was not the reason Elijah’s hands were shaking, clasped over the pew. For the first time in his life, he was kneeling. Kneeling to seek a God he didn’t know. And no, he wasn’t looking to recite the usual prayers, those he’d learnt when he was a boy. This time, he wanted – or rather needed – to hear from God. Problem was, he hadn’t a clue about how to pray.