Article July 30, 2001 Issue

Where is God... in a moment of desperation?

Anatomy of a prayer

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It was a cold January day in 1996, during a lull in the war between Russia and its southern breakaway republic of Chechnya. I was trying to enter Chechnya on a newspaper reporting trip for the Baltimore Sun. At the tiny airport we'd flown into, my colleague and I hired a driver to take us a few miles to a Chechen village at the base of the towering Caucasus mountain range.

I've come to believe that thought really can shape and change human situations.

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