I got up one morning and forgot to do my normal prayer and meditation. While sitting on the toilet, naked, the thought came ‘why not meditate here?’. I was shocked, once again, to see how much resistance I had to even consider such an idea. I mean, I know it doesn’t matter where I pray, but the idea of being naked, sitting on the throne, where all that “dirty stuff goes on” and mixing that with prayer… well it felt blasphemous!
It’s always a strange feeling when I question my old belief system. I talk about letting go and letting God all the time… having no secrets… it’s just me and God… and still somehow, my training in right and wrong thinking insists that this is wrong. It’s the most private and natural setting for prayer, let’s face it. It is the one place we all let go and sit naked before our creator (our creator being everywhere). So what’s the big deal? Then it came to me, it isn’t where I pray but my earnest desire to commune with my creator that mattered.
I don’t know who told me there was a place for prayer and a place for poop and never the twain shall meet, but they were wrong… there is no place that God is not! If I pray, that makes me a pray er and my very life becomes a living prayer… everywhere I go!