It does the heart good to remember that no matter where we are in this big world, no matter what our circumstance, no matter how far removed from God we might judge ourselves to be, there is always work going on behind the scenes, there is always hope.
Prayer rises like incense every minute, and just as daisies turn their faces towards the sun, voices sing to God, adorers kneel before the Lord, the God of Hosts, and heaven hears earth’s bells ringing.
Whether prayer is coming from a hospital or sick bed, from a small congregation gathered for morning Mass, or a monastery during the testing hours of night, all prayer is carried to the ear of God, to the heart of heaven. No-one can know for sure just who is receiving or will receive graces this day or who, awake or asleep, will be fortified against the raging world as he or she is blessed by God and enfolded in the mantle of love..
– Via Veritas, Belfast, Ireland