Monday, November 20, 2017
There is a card in our break room from a recovering co-worker. On it she thanks us for our prayers. When I read that I thought "I'm glad you feel better, but... I didn't pray for you."
I don't believe in prayer.
If I believed in prayer I would not work here. I would stay home with my wife and pray. I would pray for world peace and for a box of hundred dollar bills and for a visit from a kitten. And after petting the kitten and counting my hundreds I would ever so politely say "Thank you, God."
You may say I am misunderstanding religion, and God, and prayer. And you may be right that I don't understand. But I have been paying a pretty close attention and I feel it is safe to say that, fine, fine, but neither does anyone else.