Do you believe in Prayer? Do you care?
Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2021 8:57 pm
I'll try anything out once or twice or thrice or perpetually unless I forget. Tough to forget consistently positive correspondences.
I'm not saying that prayer's magic, like a genie or nothing. But there's something to it ya know.
I only allotted one vote, but I'm not hanging my hat only on a "Yes" because that's smoke and mirrors. The key is a desired outcome that aligns with a narrative is my best guess. I mean that's practically the point I guess.
I'm not gonna get all Sinny-logical or nothin' but, there's been some fairly evidentiary instances of stuff and things that've worked in my favor.
I was my early twenty-somethings (so a teenager mentally speaking lol) just walking the streets of P-town, Oregon. Went into a bar. Drank a drink. A perv was eyeballing me. I get this sixth sense sensation that's always served me well. I'm marching back home and the pressure gets to me. Imagining what that guy would do to me. I prayed. I recite a verse, it's not axiomatic but it's about to be after this point. I look up and see these low-hanging cumulostratus clouds horizontally hovering in the silhouette of angels.
I'm in P-town, Oregon again, and this time with roommates. The one's Dad is getting gobbled by the cancer. Things are looking grim. I get online and send out a couple of hundred prayer requests via the internet to various churches. Shortly thereafter, a couple weeks roommate's Dad is in remission.
Another time I was with Mom in an old grocery-getter barreling down Jennings road of Stanislaus County (shout out to my herpetology nerds - Jennings road Central Valley, Stanislaus County, California was once home to a massive snake population. There'd be dead snake carcasses lining the road all the time growing up). Mom's scans showed her ovaries had grown to the size of grapefruit. Her belly was a bit distended. There's the hottest part of the day's 100 plus degree Fahrenheit temp blasting us from overhead. The car stalls and we're on the side of the road. Mom's trying to get to the hospital. I'm ill. Mom tosses up a swisher. Out of nowhere, this old Mexican jack-of-all craftsman pulls up. The only dude that could help us. He's no reason to be out that way. Man pulls up, fixes our rig. We get to the hospital.
Before that when Pops was still around we were in Fresno at a religious event, SDA convocation: a special event with a speaker and special soloist singing gospel genre songs. We exist post-event and Dad gets a funny feeling. So we hitch a ride with someone else. Later on, a mechanic would diagnose something about how there was a mishap with the fuel line, and engine overheating and a possible opportunity for spontaneous combustion.
The list goes on and on and on. What denominations? Well, let's see. For me, most of 'em within Christendom.
Why am I posting this. I gotta buddy named Trevor. He's not doing so well. I'm gonna perform another test in my life-longitudinal experiment, as it were. Send out some more kites to the nunneries and such and believe that a positive change is going to come on his behalf. He's a sweet guy.
You know how intuition and a need for connectivity hop into a flask and get all shaken up? Just take a sip. It won't hurt you. Any experiences with this stuff? Not so much interested in your stories, but what's your honest take on the construct of prayer?
I'm not saying that prayer's magic, like a genie or nothing. But there's something to it ya know.
I only allotted one vote, but I'm not hanging my hat only on a "Yes" because that's smoke and mirrors. The key is a desired outcome that aligns with a narrative is my best guess. I mean that's practically the point I guess.
I'm not gonna get all Sinny-logical or nothin' but, there's been some fairly evidentiary instances of stuff and things that've worked in my favor.
I was my early twenty-somethings (so a teenager mentally speaking lol) just walking the streets of P-town, Oregon. Went into a bar. Drank a drink. A perv was eyeballing me. I get this sixth sense sensation that's always served me well. I'm marching back home and the pressure gets to me. Imagining what that guy would do to me. I prayed. I recite a verse, it's not axiomatic but it's about to be after this point. I look up and see these low-hanging cumulostratus clouds horizontally hovering in the silhouette of angels.
I'm in P-town, Oregon again, and this time with roommates. The one's Dad is getting gobbled by the cancer. Things are looking grim. I get online and send out a couple of hundred prayer requests via the internet to various churches. Shortly thereafter, a couple weeks roommate's Dad is in remission.
Another time I was with Mom in an old grocery-getter barreling down Jennings road of Stanislaus County (shout out to my herpetology nerds - Jennings road Central Valley, Stanislaus County, California was once home to a massive snake population. There'd be dead snake carcasses lining the road all the time growing up). Mom's scans showed her ovaries had grown to the size of grapefruit. Her belly was a bit distended. There's the hottest part of the day's 100 plus degree Fahrenheit temp blasting us from overhead. The car stalls and we're on the side of the road. Mom's trying to get to the hospital. I'm ill. Mom tosses up a swisher. Out of nowhere, this old Mexican jack-of-all craftsman pulls up. The only dude that could help us. He's no reason to be out that way. Man pulls up, fixes our rig. We get to the hospital.
Before that when Pops was still around we were in Fresno at a religious event, SDA convocation: a special event with a speaker and special soloist singing gospel genre songs. We exist post-event and Dad gets a funny feeling. So we hitch a ride with someone else. Later on, a mechanic would diagnose something about how there was a mishap with the fuel line, and engine overheating and a possible opportunity for spontaneous combustion.
The list goes on and on and on. What denominations? Well, let's see. For me, most of 'em within Christendom.
Why am I posting this. I gotta buddy named Trevor. He's not doing so well. I'm gonna perform another test in my life-longitudinal experiment, as it were. Send out some more kites to the nunneries and such and believe that a positive change is going to come on his behalf. He's a sweet guy.
You know how intuition and a need for connectivity hop into a flask and get all shaken up? Just take a sip. It won't hurt you. Any experiences with this stuff? Not so much interested in your stories, but what's your honest take on the construct of prayer?