I’m not religious by any means but still often, pop into church.
To quote Bunny Mellon…I’m a different sort of Christian. I don’t really come by to pray, I stop in to talk with God because he’s a dear, dear friend of mine.
But unlike Bunny, I do still pray, like the dickens, as a matter of fact.
What do I pray about? You name it, knowing that prayer causes shifts in the worst possible circumstances.
Take this cold for instance where people are suffering. A couple I know who live in a loft have had no heat for over two weeks, sleeping in their clothes surrounded by electric heaters.
And they’re the lucky ones since their pipes have yet to freeze.
Rumor has it, city shelters are turning people away because they’re overcrowded, many sleeping in the subway to keep warm.
This is a glimmer of what it must have been like during the depression when people were out of work, living in tents because they lost their homes. It’s why my grandmother loved FDR so much, keeping his picture framed on her mantel next to all those she loved.
He showed up on his steed, well if one could call a wheelchair a thoroughbred, to inspire hope and lessen fear saying, the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
My friend Tom who makes fun of my love of history likes to say, FDR gets the Big Balls Award for saying such bullshit to people who had nothing to eat but stale bread.
All I know is, if only someone would speak like that now, how much better would we all feel, even if just in theory.
Hope is what prayer is all about, besieging the powers that be to intervene for those of us needing intercession, or at least its possibility.
Where there is no way, God opens a way, they say around the altar.
I don’t formally consider myself Catholic anymore for a number of good reasons, one being, God gets such a bad rap being used by religions he had nothing to do with.
We blame him for the priests that stray and those who protect them, like a celestial scapegoat with wings. That’s not to say he answers every call, but the world is collapsing at the speed of light remember, so one has to just realize, he’s very busy.
Maybe as we pray, it’s like taking a ticket at a good bakery. You just need to wait your turn.
PRAYER NUMBER 4,809.
That’s me God…
I was just wondering…