On
a crowded train near Tokyo, soon after World War II, I overheard a woman describing how she had fled from her burning home after a midnight air raid.
I knew that while I might not see immediate evidence of world peace, I could be assured of the healing effect of prayer, on the basis of examples from the Bible.
Can I count the times that I've been mentally on my knees in prayer? Probably not, but neither can I begin to count all the times that I've seen the hand of God tenderly at work— uniting, reassuring, neutralizing conflict.