It's strange to pray so hard and yet not really believe in what I was raised to believe is the "power of prayer." I don't know. I still pray, sometimes. But not because I believe it does anything. (I'd be terrified if it did. Because the most terrifying white supremacist misogynist evangelicals probably pray far more eloquently and far more often, if that's what it's about, and I wouldn't stand a chance in hell.)
I guess I still do it because, as Madeleine L'Engle once wrote, it's an act of love.
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