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A native of the North Shore of Boston, I currently live in Worcester County, Massachusetts. I worked at Boston College as the Acting Director of The Church in the 21st Century Center until August, 2010 and served until November 2016 as Canon for Formation, and Dean of the George Mercer Jr. School of Theology of the Diocese of Long Island. I was happy to serve as Rector at the Church of Saint Anselm of Canterbury in Shoreham, New York from late 2016 to early 2020. I began service as Rector of The Church of Saint Matthew in the city of Worcester on the first day of the fateful month of 2020.
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Believe it. 
I can relate to this. There have been times in my life – recently – that I was emotionally, intellectually and physically not able to pray. Pray is like love – it is a choice. Of course, God doesn’t give up on any of us and doesn’t accept the choice not to pray. I prayed in different ways through my thoughts and actions. Gradually, I came to my senses and got back on track – and I am so much happier now. So, therefore, your poem is so perfect – I became prayer.
Prayer is always the first thing one should do but it’s not always what we remember to do.