I wrote Sr Wendy about a friend whose prolonged illness left him unable to pray. She replied: "I wish you could convince him that we can always pray. When we are sick we pray in a sick way, in a feeble, hopeless, useless way, which draws the utmost love and compassion ... 
...from Our Blessed Lord. Essentially He is our prayer, praying within us...And in fact when we think we can pray, we may well be getting in His way. Blessed those who have nothing. Oh how often Jesus spoke about this state of interior poverty, of littleness, of powerlessness...
...and how beautiful it all sounds when we read it or write it or speak of it. How terrible it is when we live it. But here’s where we glorify Him – in that blind cold clinging. I must confess that it is never so with me but I know that is how it is with those very dear to Him...
...and I think your suffering friend must be among them." --Sister Wendy Beckett
