I attended a Russian church recently and enjoyed praying with them. Frequently the congregation gets on their knees and prays. After a song or a short sermon young and old kneel down and pray. Though they speak Russian, when they pray many tongues are heard. They do not hold back, just like they sing, with all their heart in beautiful harmonies, the deep voices of the men and the higher notes of the women blending in. Prayer rolls on like a river. I walk into the prayer like entering a river and soon let go, just listening. I am taken along a beautiful journey. The voices swirl with many tones, soft and sweet, deep and thundering, high and staccato. Crescendo upon crescendo as I get swept into deep and swifter waters, far out to sea as I close my eyes. Then just as suddenly the waters quieten and slowly lap against the bank and I find myself back on shore. Praise God for his beautiful gift that we can enjoy a bit of heaven while on earth.
 
God bless
frank