Saw a man praying not inside, but outside Jama-ath Mosque’s front courtyard. He was either very spiritual, or desperate. Catching him in his intimate moment of devotion through the closed side gate, I thought about the times I knocked on God’s door but it remained locked.
Prayers are like doorbells. Faith is the batteries that power it so that the chime can sound and call to the Master of the house to open the door. Without batteries, we could still knock, but knocking hurts the hand.
When faith is absent in a prayer, our soul get bruised with all that knocking but receive no answer. I should learn to activate the doorbell.