I can’t keep quiet
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.