Even though I am questioning everything I ever thought I knew about God, I am having trouble letting go of the idea that there is some kind of power in prayer.
What is prayer, anyway? Is it begging a deity to do something? Is a deity a requirement? Is it a collective hope for something that brings people together in a way we can’t quite explain?
Maybe there is a God, maybe there isn’t. I don’t know. I have had many, many prayers that it seemed were never answered (or were answered “No” which I do not think makes sense). However, I have seen positive things happen after prayer.
Maybe they would have happened anyway.
Or, maybe there is a power in thinking and feeling and believing in a certain direction.
I googled “prayer for atheists” just to see what was out there. Of course, I found hundreds of well-meaning (I hope) prayers written for Christians to pray for their poor sad atheist loved ones.
And I found this post, a port in a storm, an oasis in the desert. It is attributed to Jerry Dewitt, a deconverted Christian pastor. Somebody I can relate to.
While it has its detractors in the comments, I find it to be very helpful, if for no other reason than to confirm what I feel: maybe something is going on when we spill it honestly. Regardless of where I end up, right now I don’t need to apologize to anyone for caring about and listening to other people.
And praying… Not because I expect a Sky Daddy to find me a parking place. But because it makes me feel connected to another human being.
One thought on “is there prayer without god?”
Even though I believe there is some sort of god out there I do not believe that prayer changes anything. And I don’t believe that it is faith or lack of faith. When my mom was actively dying she was 100% convinced that she would receive a healing. She was in palliative care at this point and was going to die there. Up until the tumors blocked her stomach and the nurses shoved a tube down her throat and then drugged her to unconsciousness she thought she was going to be healed. Yes. Prayer and faith don’t work. Am I bitter? You bet I am.