I gave up praying a couple of years ago.
I stopped praying for strength and mercy, to know the right path to walk.
I stopped praying the day I had to have my dog put to sleep- if God or the Devil couldn’t be bothered to show her mercy or to do a deal to save her life, I didn’t stand a chance of having my prayers answered.
So I don’t pray.
I believe, but I don’t pray.
What’s the point?
Nobody is listening.
The universe demands balance, the human spirit demands balance human nature sticks it’s thumb on the scale and pushes it down in it’s own favor all of the time.
I’d like to do that every once and awhile- just cheat, lie and betray who ever I have to in order to get what I want- to tip those scales in my own favor.
Then I’ll run to church and thank God for answering my prayers, and I’d beg for forgiveness for not recognizing his power in the past and to promise to be a better person from now on.
I guess I do have faith, I have faith that the world is hard, it’s not fair and it has teeth and claws and will rip you apart chunk by bloody chunk.
In this I believe, this I know to be true.