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Don't Pray on Me

There have been occasions in which I or someone I love is facing some sort of difficulty and in which someone I like/respect/admire tells me that he/she will pray for me or my loved one.

The only socially appropriate response to this is to say "thank you." After all, if the person praying is sincere, he/she is taking time out of his/her day to think of me or my loved ones. There can't be anything wrong about this, can there?

Well....yeah. Sort of. Sometimes.

Sometimes I wish I believed that there existed a deity who listened to my preferences, my wants...and intervened accordingly. In those circumstances where a friend is hurting and there's nothing I can do to help, it would be comforting to believe I can accomplish something by praying.

Here's the thing, though: I can't. The prayer book I grew up with said something like

"Prayer cannot mend a broken bridge or water an arid field, but prayer can mend a broken heart or water an arid soul.”

That's all well and good...for the person praying. He feels better, as though he did something. Here's the thing, though: He didn't.

What does it do for the person prayed for? Diddly-squat.

So what, you say. What's the harm?

The harm is that people doing this fail to differentiate between actually doing something and magic.

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