It was a slow night. It didn’t seem many people were out and those who were, were not very chatty. It is nights like these where we walk and walk and walk that I sometimes get anxious wondering where everybody is, or relieved because all I want to do is go home and crash from a long week, and on some rare nights like this Friday, I enjoy the time of prayer and contemplation on Broadway. In some mysterious way amidst the noise of the streets of life there can also be a place of quiet. It is a pocket of holiness and sacredness that I know pervades all of life as God is everywhere, yet I seem to only be able to experience it in moments. It may be all that I can bear.