“An American prayer”: Murray, writing on Medium, on the Fourth of July

My first post on Medium begins:

My father’s been gone almost 10 years.

On the Fourth of July, I cannot decide whether I want to wake him up to tell him all about the national calamity, or let him sleep, and spare him the pain.

I think I’m going to wake him up.

My spirituality is like a lot of people’s, I think: The closest touch we have with God is the memory of our beloved dead, after we have washed them and groomed them and dressed them and arranged their quiet hands. And the closest thing to prayer is the conversations we have with them, still.

And I feel like praying today.

I hope you'll read it, and join our conversation.