Believing in miracles and prayer and stuff was (in itself, taking away all other religious ideas), at first, comforting and exciting.
Sadly, as these promises kept failing to materialise in reality, the more the belief became a source of frustration (why not me?) or guilt (why doe God hate me?) or confusion (if He knows what I need why pray anyway? Why did Bob say God answered his trivial prayer about a new job, but Mary's kid hasn't been cured of cancer?)
Belief in miracles is only cool if they do in fact happen to you. And, of course, they don't happen.
Sadly, as these promises kept failing to materialise in reality, the more the belief became a source of frustration (why not me?) or guilt (why doe God hate me?) or confusion (if He knows what I need why pray anyway? Why did Bob say God answered his trivial prayer about a new job, but Mary's kid hasn't been cured of cancer?)
Belief in miracles is only cool if they do in fact happen to you. And, of course, they don't happen.
