As he walked through the parking lot on the way to the shooting range, my son placed the hearing protectors over his ears.
“It’s quiet,” he quipped. “This would be a good place to pray.”
I looked at him and smiled. It struck me kind of funny that he could stand in the parking lot, simply covering his hears, and suddenly declare himself transported to a place of prayer. It wasn’t that he was in a quiet place, it was just that he had made his place quiet. Sam was right. It’s the perfect attitude for talking with God.