Some of us, when invited to pray, sometimes say: I don't know how.

I don't know how to pray, how to say a prayer. It feels like something reserved for the religious, for those tied to a particular faith or ritual.

And yet, it is so simple. Each of us can find our own way of praying to God, nothing more than a dialogue between our soul and the Creator.

An eight-year-old boy, a victim of cancer, locked in a daily battle with the illness that consumed him, found his own way.

Kept away from school, he spent long months in the hospital, facing surgery and rounds of chemotherapy.

Two long years of hospital visits, brief pauses of apparent rest, and then the return of treatment.

Loved deeply by his family and his friends, Tyler began to write letters addressed to God.

In them, he spoke of his struggles, of his worries for his mother, his brother, his friends. He also made requests: for himself, and for all those he loved.

The postman who received the letters was astonished. Where was he to deliver such mail?

After all, no one had yet discovered God's exact address, His postal code or even a simple P.O. box.

Learning of the boy's story, the postman decided to save them, storing the envelopes in a special place in the post office building, a place where undeliverable letters usually rest.

The story, which later became a film with a script written by the boy's own father, shows how Tyler's act touched and inspired others.

Isn't it beautiful to write to God? To share what we feel, what we need. Even to complain a little, now and then, when we think something was not well arranged or thought out by the Divine.

That is prayer. Opening the soul, speaking honestly, from heart to the Supreme Spirit because the Master of Nazareth taught that God is Spirit, and must be worshiped in Spirit and in Truth.

And so it was that Tyler, full of faith, would sometimes write: I saw that You granted the request I made. So, I am sure You are reading my letters.

A clear sign of faith, a certainty that God hears us.

And that certainty is often what we miss. That assurance that we are not alone. That if illness grips us, if death takes those we love, if the weight of providing for our home seems greater than we can bear: God has not forgotten us.

Everything has a reason. And as the old saying goes: There is no evil that does not come to an end.

The Master of Nazareth also reminded us: God is Father. And what father, when his child asks for bread, would hand him a stone?

Let us think on this. And let us make prayer part of our daily lives. It need not be bound to fixed hours or special moments.

Let us learn to speak with our Divine Father at any time:

God, protect my daughter on her way to school.

God, I'm leaving for another job interview. Could You help me, please?

God, I feel so lonely. Could You send a little bird to sing at my window, to gladden my soul?

God, stay with me.

Let us pray.

Spiritist Moment Team, based on the film Letters to God,
released in Brazil in 2011; and on passages from the Gospel
 of John, chapter 4, verses 23-24, and the Gospel of
 Matthew, chapter 7, verse 9.
September 30, 2025