Do you know this life of consenting participation? As time passes and your own lack of control becomes more apparent, are you growing in resilience, or in anxiety? Are your prayers mostly the entitled demands of the active voice, insisting on deliverance from circumstances that don’t align with your plan? Or might your prayers be the apathetic mumblings of the passive voice, acting out a part in a spiritual drama in which you don’t actually believe you have a consequential, participatory role?
