Prayers of the Weak and Powerful
Our Father who art in heaven. Since I was about 12 years old, or maybe nine, or four, my prayer preamble has been “Dear Heavenly Father….” But I may in my lifetime have spent more time wondering about prayer than praying, though I am beginning to wonder if there is much of a difference. Mostly I ask whisperingly What is going on here? or sometimes utter an exasperated What in Heaven’s name is going on here? or on occasion send a belching What the hell is this? I kneel bed-side or sofa-side, like I am supposed to, though periodically on only one knee because it is more comfortable and because sometimes kneeling on both knees just takes too much out of me and I just cannot do it, and I bow my head, like I am supposed to, to show respect for deity and all that. And I say, Dear Heavenly Father . . . What is this all about? Continue reading