Alone in a crowded elevator

An alert, slightly concerned voice came over the elevator intercom. It was a nice voice, asking if there was anything it could do for me. I suggested it might make the elevator work. Then it explained that everything that could be done was being done.

The elevator was stuck somewhere between floors. But since I was alone, it seemed like a good opportunity to pray about a couple of things that needed healing. I sat down to make use of the time. Interestingly, I found I first had to put the "crowd" off the elevator. It was the same crowd I'd got on with—a crowd of human opinion and speculation that had been filling up my thought. Even an empty elevator can be a crowded place!

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