Holy, Holy, Holy

It was a ten-hour flight from Newark to Tel Aviv and the highlight — besides the beautiful, totally in love after decades of marriage, Portuguese couple sitting next to me — was the Jewish men standing, praying, with their prayer shawls and phylacteries. “I took out my Magnificat,” passenger after passenger told me after landing for our pilgrimage to the Holy Land.

While we ought not stand on street corners praying, as if to look for credit for our prayer, a little public witness now and again can go a long way inspiring a little private or public piety in another.