Article October 18, 1999 Issue

Fogged in?

By Judith Haugan Ryan

As I Drove my son to school on an uncommonly foggy morning, we both commented on how strange, even completely different, our familiar neighborhood looked shrouded in fog. We talked about how fog conceals what we know is there. My son said that in the summer, when he is at camp in northern Michigan, it's sometimes so foggy that you can't see a foot in front of you. Then, he explained, he relies on his sense of touch, feeling the bark of the path beneath his feet to get where he needs to go.

After our talk, I started thinking about other kinds of fog that can cloud one's vision. A fog of confusion or of feeling lost in a mist of pain. Clouds of depression descend. Sometimes there are storms of temper, or mists of moodiness. In these instances, it's smart to use another sense for guidance, just as my son used his feet instead of his eyes to negotiate his way. But instead of the sense of touch, why not use spiritual sense and prayer?

Prayer helps melt the mists of confusion, anger—whatever mess we find ourselves in. Prayer reveals the way of Truth, God.

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