Bitch on the Blog

August 14, 2016

Dog spelled backwards

Filed under: Communication,Happiness,Peace — bitchontheblog @ 11:18
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People will say: I’ll pray for you. And that is very kind if – usually – just a throw away remark.

However, twice in my life was I touched by the sincerity of their promise. The first time was some years ago when I turned up at my solicitor. I was in dire need of solid advice. The moment he told me “I’ll pray for you” and he did, there and then and in front of me, I knew my chips were down. Not that he charged me for his time.

The second [assurance I’d be prayed for] was only a few days ago. Given with the sincerity a child offers (children don’t bullshit). And you know what? I was happy. I, the person who doesn’t “believe” was actually happy that someone thought me worthy enough to include me in their prayers.

U

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4 Comments »

  1. If I tell someone I will pray for them, I do. But I don’t say it to people unless I think they would want it because I think it arrogant to assume that an offer of prayer is anything but meaningless to most people

    Comment by kylie — August 14, 2016 @ 11:23 | Reply

    • Yes, Kylie, but more often than not the person offered a prayer doesn’t know, hasn’t thought about whether they “want it”. It’s literally like a surprise offering, spur of the moment, out of nowhere, not anticipated, not expected. It’s just there. On a silver platter. And – when offered sincerely – I am humbled.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 14, 2016 @ 11:47 | Reply

  2. I long ago came to the conclusion that the only people to benefit from prayer are those that do the praying as it makes them feel better. In fact it makes them feel good about themselves. The same goes for religion, inspite of the fact that religions are about power of a few over many…. Thinking further on this idea of power, this is what politics tends to be about as well.

    Comment by magpie11 — August 14, 2016 @ 14:15 | Reply

    • Yes, Magpie, I hear where you are coming from.

      However, sometimes, just sometimes, as I describe in my post, someone really means it.

      As I said, it humbles me. It humbles me on two counts. A – that someone else has faith, a faith I don’t share; B – that someone would take the time to include me in their prayers. And trust me, it does take time. I know this because when I was little my mother (who is not religious in an organized way but does believe in the good in people) would pray with us, in the evening when we were in bed and just before light out. So at the end of my prayer (which I do know by heart to this day) we were encouraged to include those we dearly loved. Thus the list grew. At the top of mine was my beloved grandmother. She was dead. What prayer could do for her I don’t know. Maybe relieve boredom in her eternal rest and peace.

      Of course, in the case of my solicitor, it was the stuff comedies are made of. Mainly because if and when a solicitor (or, equally worrying, your accountant) can’t think of anything more effective than a prayer you know you are completely and fully stuffed. That day, the day I stepped outside of his office into fresh air, I didn’t feel desperate but tranquil and determined. It was beyond ludicrous.

      I am not given to either envy or jealousy but that brief glimpse into someone else’s truly held belief a few days ago gave me a pang of something akin to, I don’t know … the great unknown? The knowledge that whatever that person feels being out of my reach forever. No death bed conversions for me. It’s too late for that. But when I see sincerity in someone I recognize it. And I respect it.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 14, 2016 @ 15:19 | Reply


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