RE: Prayer ... SERIOUSLY?!
July 4, 2011 at 12:10 am
(This post was last modified: July 4, 2011 at 12:12 am by Judas BentHer.)
Re: The OP.
Well, one way to look at what your father-in-law does is, there's a reason believers are called sheep. Herd mentalities that can only survive in groups, devoid of free thought and require a shepherd in order to survive. He prays and is thankful for, his delusion. Clearly, his god is blessing him with all those things you observe in parenthesis, that obviously bypass his attention. Maltheism, it is a bitch.
I know a Catholic man that knew a relative of mine that passed on not long ago. In talking to him recently our conversation moved to that person as we reminisced as to what they meant to each of us. In the course of this he said he prays to him, that passed away. I found that rather odd. As if he who no longer possesses the faculties wherein he would have been able to listen, because he's ash in an urn on his wife's bookcase, is permitted a special exception when prayer rises from one's lips or imagination.
I once saw a home made tee shirt. created on one of those Cafe Press type sites, that said, I use to pray until I realized I was talking to myself.
It's the stuff of daring that need be worn into any prayer meeting at any local church on any given day of worship. Dare to inspire thought, outside the herd tradition.
Because in a world of billions of individuals wherein the mass majority hold faith and as such in all likelihood do pray, one has but to ask, what has been achieved for all that begging ringing toward the heavens? To realize, the answer speaks volumes for the depraved indifference of that what is thought to be listening.
Well, one way to look at what your father-in-law does is, there's a reason believers are called sheep. Herd mentalities that can only survive in groups, devoid of free thought and require a shepherd in order to survive. He prays and is thankful for, his delusion. Clearly, his god is blessing him with all those things you observe in parenthesis, that obviously bypass his attention. Maltheism, it is a bitch.
I know a Catholic man that knew a relative of mine that passed on not long ago. In talking to him recently our conversation moved to that person as we reminisced as to what they meant to each of us. In the course of this he said he prays to him, that passed away. I found that rather odd. As if he who no longer possesses the faculties wherein he would have been able to listen, because he's ash in an urn on his wife's bookcase, is permitted a special exception when prayer rises from one's lips or imagination.
I once saw a home made tee shirt. created on one of those Cafe Press type sites, that said, I use to pray until I realized I was talking to myself.
It's the stuff of daring that need be worn into any prayer meeting at any local church on any given day of worship. Dare to inspire thought, outside the herd tradition.
Because in a world of billions of individuals wherein the mass majority hold faith and as such in all likelihood do pray, one has but to ask, what has been achieved for all that begging ringing toward the heavens? To realize, the answer speaks volumes for the depraved indifference of that what is thought to be listening.
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