A woman on her knees sobbed on the lawn of the National Mall in Washington D.C. this past Saturday. Next to her sat another woman in a wheelchair silently looking out toward the fountain of the World War II Memorial. Nearby, others blew ram-horn trumpets with long, deep, mournful tunes, and still others quietly lifted their hands to the sky in surrender and expectation. People were spread out all over the landscaped park--some alone, some in small groups--so that the sea of 60,000 plus people that came for a prayer walk from the Lincoln Memorial to The Capitol seemed peaceful and never congested. There was a reverent and sober mood, but the atmosphere was also rich with hope and joy.
Why I Took A Trip To Washington D.C. To Pray
A woman on her knees sobbed on the lawn of the National Mall in Washington D.C. this past Saturday. Next to her sat another woman in a wheelchair silently looking out toward the fountain of the World War II Memorial. Nearby, others blew ram-horn trumpets with long, deep, mournful tunes, and still others quietly lifted their hands to the sky in surrender and expectation. People were spread out all over the landscaped park--some alone, some in small groups--so that the sea of 60,000 plus people that came for a prayer walk from the Lincoln Memorial to The Capitol seemed peaceful and never congested. There was a reverent and sober mood, but the atmosphere was also rich with hope and joy.
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