Bernard always had a few prayers in the hall and some whiskey afterwards as he was rather pious.
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He who has learned to pray has learned the greatest secret of a holy and happy life.
I don't ever remember not praying. Bedtime prayers, the rosary, praying for friends, relatives, for the sick and for those who had died. It was a natural part of our lives.
Ministers should not pray so loud, and long, as to exhaust the strength. It is not necessary to weary the throat and lungs in prayer. God's ear is ever open to hear the heart-felt petitions of his humble servants, and he does not require them to wear out the organs of speech in addressing him.
The candidate was required to prepare himself by confession, fasting, and passing the night in prayer.
My father was an Episcopalian minister, and I've always been comforted by the power of prayer.
There is need occasionally to leave the noise and the tumult of the world and step within the walls of a sacred house of God, there to feel His Spirit in an environment of holiness and peace.
That's sort of what I felt... I miss drinking, I thought bars were truly holy places.
The best prayers have often more groans than words.
In our home there was always prayer - aloud, proud and unapologetic.
He had one uniform practice, and a very bad one it was, during the time of family worship, and just three or four seconds before the conclusion of the prayer, he started to his feet, and ran barking round the apartment like a crazed beast.