by Damozel | I've had a long day of praying and waiting, waiting and praying. Being a certain sort of Christian, I assume that God knows what he is doing all the time and always knows what everyone wants in his or her heart; I also believe that life is demonstrably not about trying to be happy all the time or to live forever, but something else, a different sort of opportunity. I therefore believe that prayer is pointless on some issues: things I don't like and feel I can't bear will happen. But of course, a priest I know once pointed out, the answer to a prayer is not invariably, "Yes."
Prayer is for filling in the time when there's nothing else to do but that, I guess; and also because you might as well ask. To quote a character in a Flannery O'Connor novel I read in my twenties, how can you get what you don't ask for? You might as well ask. Anyway, that sense of connection and communication can keep you from going insane when there is literally nothing else to be done. At least you can ask for the kinds of things that can make a difference in the meaning of a situation: courage, support from above or within, that sort of thing. And you can register what sort of outcome you want. Who knows, maybe it does make a difference sometimes? And so far my prayers have been "answered." Answered with a "yes," I mean. Unless, of course, it's what was going to happen all along anyway.