On my weekly sojourn into Pixley to buy a week’s worth of vittles yesterday, I passed a church with a marquee out front that read,
Praying is as Important as Breathing
I don’t believe this is a scientifically established fact. I’m not saying that praying isn’t important, mind you. I’m just sayin’ I can’t remember the last time I prayed (what with it being generally ineffective, I’m thinking I haven’t done any serious God-groveling in at least a few years), and if I’d gone that long without breathing, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead right now.
So I’m gonna go with breathing being at least an itsy-bitsy bit more important than prayer.
Of course, I’ve probably never prayed the “right” way. I don’t pray often, but when I do, it’s generally “for” something to happen. Or for something not to happen. Not that I actually believe there’s somebody on the other end of the line when I do it, but, when things are shitty, I figure it doesn’t hurt to ask. It never saved my dad or my mom or any of my dogs (or got me a winning lottery ticket), but I reckon it didn’t hurt none, either.
I suppose you’re supposed to pray in that “oh gosh, you’re so great, oh Lord, and magnificent and I just think you’re awesome” kinda way, but if there is a God, I can’t imagine He’d really need to be sucked up to like that. I mean, after a few thousand years, it’s gotta get pretty old (plus He knows they’re just trying to butter Him up so He doesn’t send them to hell for all eternity).
It’s kinda like when people call in to these radio shows and waste 20 minutes on how much they love the host, long time listener, first time caller, love the show, yada, yada, yada. I mean, come on, we get it, you love Diane Rehm, but get to the friggin’ point already.
That’s probably what God thinks. “Yeah, yeah, I’m almighty. Now, what do you really want from me?”
Well, since you’re asking, for starters, how’s about you keep lunatics from killing 6-yr old kids. Then maybe we can work on the next Powerball drawing.
We are in Brooklyn, waiting for the gas company to turn on the gas. They were supposed to be here by 6 but now they say they’ll be here by 10 pm. We also have some electricity and the tv works. A space heater in a closed room is working poorly but the rest of the house is freezing so I’ll refrain from complaining.
Maybe if you’d prayed harder, sp, they would have been on time. :tongue: Hope you have heat now.
I don,t pray though I admit I’ve sometimes asked a god in whom I do not believe to assure an outcome. Unfortunately this doesn’t help. But, if I were a god, I wouldn’t help out a person like me either.
What bothers me about other people praying is that too many of them substitute praying for doing something that would actually be helpful.
My friend Jeff passed Saturday.
:bong: 🙁 :gate:
I’m sorry to hear that,Vern. My condolences.
When he didn’t pass after they took him off the life support and put him on the forced breathing thing like that apnea device, his sister called it an encore and he had another 5 weeks. Lots of visits and attention. I think he had a victory lap but I don’t think he would have liked it for too long. Not sure if he was getting any :bong: . I’m guessing a little passed his way. I am also sure that he will be missed by the workers on the ward because he attracted a varied and fun array of visitors.
Very sorry for the loss of your friend, Vern.
My child made it home for the holidays. After the Newtown rampage, it was particularly comforting to hug him.
I have been wanting to get my arms around my granddaughter for days now. She is very upset by the shooting and uneasy about going to school.
The good news is that we have heat. National Grid showed up at 10:20 PM and turned the gas back on. We stayed in Brooklyn for the first time in almost 2 months and in the morning there was plenty of hot water for a shower. Progress!