I outed myself this week, on Facebook, as a
non-pray-er. This came as a surprise, as
I knew it would to many people I had known for a long time. I grew up in a traditional (and conservative)
church, and have been a very authentic and passionate Christian. But that has changed, but I had not really
told many people yet. This blog is, however, about the non-prayer bit, not the Christian-no-more bit – that might come later.
In terms of prayer, even as a Christian I never subscribed
to the ‘moving the hand of God’ version of prayer nor the ‘asking God to bring-out-the-sun-for-the-Church-picnic type prayers.
I could see no sense in asking God to bring out the sun in New Zealand,
when he didn’t seem to bring the rain for the droughts in Africa. This wasn’t necessarily cos I didn’t think he couldn't, just that he didn't. It just wasn’t the way he worked, for whatever reason. And asking God to intervene in the behaviour
of others seems closer to witchcraft than God-craft.
women wake, mountains move – Chinese proverb
to remove myself from all forms of media, social and otherwise to hibernate
from the Trump winter that was about to descend as of the inauguration.The women’s uprising (what else can you call
it?) saved me from my despair, renewed me with hope, made me feel like I was in
my own episode of Star Wars and part of the rebellion and revolution against
the dark side of the force.Cos Trump isn’t
evil as much as frighteningly normal.It’s
a side of human nature – and its obviously prevalent. Like an
outlaw moving into town, shooting up the locals and scaring people, the Trumpster
has run roughshod over many painstakingly fought - one wonders what the fuck is
he is thinking – the arrogance of the man to think these things are, what? The inane
decisions of years of research down the toilet in 4 short days. It beggars belief… Unravelled the state medical care package that provided extra and accessible
healthcare to 100,000 s of more…