Dinner at the House of Prayer

by Brad Beals

At the house of prayer a group of friends sat down for dinner. At one end of the table was Habit. To his right was Worry, and then Impatience. There was Babble at the far end, and on his right were Whim and Near-Sighted. The table was large, so there were empty chairs here and there. And the house was a busy place, so that one never really knew who might stop by to round out the guest list.

On this particular evening, Habit was just about to open with a tried-and-true dinner blessing when Whim stopped him. "Not just yet, Habit," he said importantly. "I've invited someone else to dinner tonight, and she'll be here any minute..."

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