Continuing the religious theme of the last post . . .
As an atheist, I don’t pray.
And I don’t particularly like to hear the words “in our thoughts and prayers” because it so often seems a tired cliche people trot out when they hear something bad has happened to someone somewhere, so they don’t have to do anything more substantive about it. When I hear that, my reaction is usually, “Yeah, right.”
I have had people pray for me, though, in my presence, and it will probably surprise you that I don’t mind it. In fact, I’m often touched by it.
Usually the person is someone who I know is secure and genuine in his or her faith;
The person respects that I don’t share that faith;
The person has a kind and loving personality and genuinely cares about other people;
And the person genuinely cares about me.
If all four factors are present and the person wants to pray for me, I accept and appreciate that show of care and kindness.
Proselytize me–No Way. Do it again, and I’m done with you.
Pray for me–Sure, if you’d like to.
We all need acts of care and kindness, of whatever form.
Peace and Joy,
Thank you for reading my post.