Laughter in Prayer

I’ll never forget the first time I laughed during a prayer. I (almost) thought I’d done something wrong, but it felt so good, so I knew it was something right. Every since then, I let it flow in prayer.

Well, on Friday night, at the last minute, I decided to go to Elijah Mountain to hear Stephen Meyering. As I was walking down the street, I saw a homeless couple, leaning against the wall, drinking.

My first thought was, “I don’t want to pray for them. I’m not going to stop,” but my first action was to stop to get to know them.

Believe it or not, that happens more than I’d like: not the stopping part but the thinking part.

Anyway, right away, the gentleman (Two Feathers) asked me for money. I didn’t have any but offered prayer. He just looked at me and said, “We need money for food.” Right then, the woman slurred out a word.


Her name was Kelly. She said, “Yeah, I’d like prayer. I need to find my ID,” so I began to pray.

At first, they bowed their heads but soon noticed I didn’t bow mine, so they looked up. I like to pray with my eyes open, so I can love them through my eyes. As I prayed, they kept their gaze upon me.

I can’t remember what I prayed, but something made me laugh, and they BOTH burst out in laughter. It was quite a few seconds where we all just laughed. As a matter of fact, laughter was the end of our prayer. They were so happy!

They kept saying, “I’m so glad you stopped and talked with us!” As we were exchanging more laughter and goodbyes, I remembered I had a few dollars loose in my purse, so I gave it to them. Two Feathers took it, as if he didn’t want to. It was so good.

In the past, when something like that has happened, I’d walk away condemning myself for even “thinking” about not stopping. I no longer do that. I’ve learned that the enemy is the one trying to convince me NOT to stop, so by stopping, I’ve already overcome!

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