Every Friday we have choir practice in the afternoon after school.

Last night on the way back, we stopped for pizza.  After settling down everyone together we started to enjoy our respective cheese filled pizzas.  But then something caught my eye, one of my fellow choir members (a boy) bowed his head and he prayed for his meal.

Never in my life have I quite witnessed something so beautiful.  So silent in his own world with God.  Most of the time, I think, we see prayer as an absolute necessity. If there is something I learned yesterday, it is that prayer is a most beautiful thing.