hospital chaplain visited a delightful old lady in the hospital. As
he approached her bed he noticed that with the index finger of one
hand she was touching, one by one, the fingers of the other, with
her eyes closed. When the chaplain spoke to her she opened her eyes
and said, "Ah, minister, I was just saying my prayers -- the
prayers my grandmother taught me many years ago."
chaplain looked puzzled, so she went on to explain, "I hold my
hand like this, my thumb towards me. That reminds me to pray for
those nearest to me. Then, there is my pointing finger, so I pray
for those who point the way to others -- teachers, leaders, parents.
The next finger is the biggest so I pray for those in high places.
After that comes the weakest finger -- look it won't stand up by
itself, so I pray for the sick and the lonely and the afraid. And
this little one -- well, last of all I pray for myself."