CANOPY
Dorothy Lanasa
My earliest recollections of being taught to pray are with my father. As a little pre-schooler, he and I went to St. Benedict’s Church in Baltimore, Maryland. I remember my father gently adjusting my hands in a pious position as I, kneeling, tried not to wiggle and turn in the pew. My twelve years of Catholic education included the celebration of the mass, the devotion of the rosary, prayers to the saints, novenas, and many types of beautiful, sacred ceremonies. Later, as a woman returning to the Body of Christ, my reborn prayer life was greatly enhanced by a three-year discipleship I enjoyed with the Mennonites of Central Virginia. And so I wish to thank all those people who influenced me to pray, giving me a tool to work my garden of salvation. 
Author, Dorothy Lanasa
