One of our fears is that we will be changed by what we pray. We run the risk of being burnt up, of being holocaust for one another. Sometimes, we become aware — perhaps visualized, perhaps not — of actually being with the person we are praying for: walking down the street with a friend or stranger; watching a surgical procedure and at the same time lying on the table, sustaining the other's breath; sitting in a small, dim room with someone near despair; holding a sick child.
— Maggie Ross, The Fire of Your Life