Halfway through the prayer, I noticed something surprising, although it should not have been: behind us and from across the aisle of the bus, others had begun to pray with us. The young woman noticed it too, and she was deeply touched by the power of the prayer, so enlarged through the voices of an unknown, anonymous, and instantly-formed community.

There, on a bus, perfect strangers united in prayer for the intentions of another stranger, and in doing so, they provided her with consolation and a renewal of hope. The countenance I had encountered at the bus stop, burdened and filled with dread, had become transformed and the young woman now before me looked confident in God's love, which had been demonstrated to her -- profoundly -- in the willingness of others to help her through her worry.

The act of community forged on the bus was transient; it lasted an instant and yet it was God's grace, perfectly delivered to his child in her moment of need.

The young woman hugged me as she got up to go, thanking me and the praying fellow-passengers. As the bus pulled away, I continued to pray for her as she made her way to her job interview. Little did she realize that in reaching out to me in her need, she helped me to live in full my religious consecration. It is there, in those moments, my ‘sisterliness' becomes a vehicle for God to manifest His love.

Sister Lisa M. Doty is a Canossian Sister who blogs at Nunspeak. This piece was adapted from her October 22 entry Bus Stop Fellowship. Her previous contribution to the Habit of Witness series can be read here.