Day 115 - Why I remain a believer despite my prayer strike

 

A thief

A lot of things are ongoing and haven't been resolved in any meaningful way. My prayer strike continues. I continue to grieve and face the challenges, problems and curveballs of life.

Certainly, there have been no answers to prayers, but at this rate it would set an uncomfortable precedent for the Almighty, wouldn't it? If he answers the past prayers of one person who stops praying, then what if everyone tries it? Ceasing prayer to get prayers answered simply might not work.

You might wonder why I remain a believer. It is certainly not to reap the dubious benefits of being one. It is also not to get treated better by God or mankind. I'm remaining in faith simply because I still think that this particular faith is true. That there really is a God who became a man who is, as you read, up there in Heaven happily ignoring prayers and grief-stricken blog entries.

That doesn't mean I'm currently getting on with him. I'm not. Giving someone the silent treatment is not an adult or healthy way to conduct any kind of relationship. But as I know for a fact that God does it himself, it can't be a sin can it? Unless it always is, no matter who does it. Maybe it is – that would be a shocker, wouldn’t it? If God could sin. After all, negligence or cruelty are known to be bad things even when committed by kings.

David Baddiel’s new book defending atheism, ‘The God Desire’ seems to be doing pretty well and he posits that we create the things we long for, including a loving God (it's a kind of reverse argument from longing). I’m sure that if I wrote a book like that it would do a lot better than my book ‘Irony – Evidence for God’ (the cover of which is one of my brother’s brilliant watercolours). I don’t feel desperately mocked by my book and stand by much of what I said. Irony, including negative irony, really can be an evidence for the existence of powers greater than we are. But maybe that book would have done better if I were an atheist… anyway, we don’t always see the ironies in our lives.

Maybe I could settle for a nice level of agnosticism, or go for Islam which talks more about God being all mercy rather than all love. That would get rid of that pesky search for an unconditional love from a God who always seems to be demanding one condition or the other.

Or maybe I could just create my own faith and have a kind of altar to, 'The God whom man worships under many names and in many forms.’ Like the one in the meditation room of the Manhattan UN headquarters?

Or maybe, for reasons unknown to us mortals, the UN are hedging their bets.

It is all ongoing…

Day 108 - Storms and darkness

 

Obviously, I’m not alone in my prayer-strike. I’m well aware of that. Many people simply don’t pray or have never prayed and now I’m in solidarity with them too. This blog does not have some hidden agenda to get people to pray or not to pray. Not that I know of. And I’m really not praying. Talks have not resumed and the prayer strike continues. I don’t know how long this will go on.

I still think that there is far more shame than glory in this life. But everyone focuses on those who succeed, so there is an illusion that things go well for the courageous. For every ‘success’ out there, there are a thousand who feel far too defeated by the blows of life.

I think I’m largely expected to be praying again at some point. This is the expected outcome, but I can assure you that it is not a certain outcome for me. If my past prayers are not answered then it simply will not happen. The believer who tried atheism for a year ended up becoming an atheist. Stories do not always end happily. Or successfully.  

I should probably write about all the million and one ways in which practically dealing with all my brother’s affairs is at turns frustrating and onerous. I used to think that all of the messages coming in thinking a dead loved one was still alive were a cruel revelation of the way in which bureaucracy simply does not care. But that feels like the least of my worries. I feel I have little to offer when it comes to practical advice on dealing with the affairs of a dead loved one. Get them to make a will. Take one step at a time. It is ongoing so I can’t help much.

And this blog has been focusing on the spiritual side to it all anyway. When more bad news from some company or other comes through, my first reaction is to blame God. Who, I feel, has largely left me to stew. Thief.

What a loose cannon I must be seen as right now. Not holding to the party line.

Life is not calmer for me. It is still a hellish storm on the inside, no matter the outside weather. My mental health does not feel good. Spring has properly come - flowers are out and the trees are regaining their leaves which unwrap themselves like emerging butterflies. I like this time of the year, with the longer days, the bright colours and subtle smells of the flowers, but my storm has not abated. And in a way it is still very dark and cold in so many ways for so many of us. It is possible to wake with a feeling of hope in hope, but by the end of the day this is usually drummed out of me. The days often end in frustration, defeat and fatigue. Like trench warfare. So that even the illusion of hope feels cruel.

The country feels so angry and febrile. Everything here is glitchy or crumbling or breaking down. It influences the big and the small things. Bringing the usual frustration. Maybe it is just this country. Too old and too sick not to be falling apart. Not dead at least.

And the spiritual demons will kick you when you are down. Because they hate us.

So, what do you do with the haters?

Day 101 - Angels and rivers

I wonder what happens to my brother and his girlfriend's guardian angels now that they are not with us. Do they get reassigned? Are they playing chess with each other with nothing to do? 

Well, I guess those questions come from my own belief system... 

Ad and his girlfriend were both buried with coins over their eyes. (My brother's girlfriend was buried today and I have just been to the funeral). It is probably very fitting for a Maundy Thursday. Maybe the new king (if God recognises him as such) should hand out obols to everyone. Just two each? For preparation?

Obols were the coins used in the ancient Greek culture to pay the ferryman after death. In Greek mythology, Charon was the ferryman who transported the souls of the dead across the River Styx to the underworld. He was often depicted as a gaunt, grim figure with a long beard and a wide-brimmed hat, carrying a pole with a lantern on top. Someone has to guide the souls of the dead, I guess. It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it.

According to myth, Charon was the son of Nyx (the goddess of night) and Erebus (the personification of darkness and shadow) and was born before the gods. The story of how Charon became the ferryman isn't clear. Some versions of the myth suggest that he was appointed as the ferryman by Hades, the god of the underworld, while others suggest that he took on the role willingly. His payment - obols. Bad luck if you forgot, or couldn't afford to prepare.

Either way, the idea of there being a final river is shared in both Greek mythology and Christian symbolism. And we have been to the river's shore again, waving off the travellers through this life. One step too close to the final river. 

Appropriately enough, one of the songs chosen for the funeral today was, 'I have a dream' by Abba with its lines:

'I believe in angels

When I know the time is right for me

I'll cross the stream 

I have a dream.'

Apart from a little rain ('The angels are crying' remarked someone) and a brief hailstorm, the sun was, at least, out. Later there was a rainbow. Later still, a full moon, like a silver obol in the night sky.

I wish they were not dead.

Day 94 - Why I'm, very loudly... still not praying for anyone

There is no other way to put this – at my end, things are pretty grim at the moment.

In a week, I will be off to the funeral of my brother’s long-term girlfriend who became a friend of ours. It will be held at the same pub my brother’s funeral was held at, with, I think, the same speaker. My brother’s girlfriend, who loved my brother so deeply (and vice versa), will be buried in the same plot. In the same kind of environmentally friendly coffin. With coins over her eyes too (to pay the ferryman).

I very much do not like funerals. I have never liked funerals. I will do anything within my power to avoid a funeral. The Bible says that it is better to go to a house of mourning than a house of feasting. If it is talking about funerals, then I can assure you that it is not. Strange book.

What is better, a funeral or a party? You have to be a very particular kind of person to enjoy a funeral. Either way, I do not like them. Stupid traditions. A heavy burden to put on the grieving in my opinion.

Ironically (of course, ironically), the following day will be the start of the Easter holidays – supposedly the happiest time in the lives of believers. Better than Christmas (although I don’t think much could be worse than this last Christmas).

It hasn’t been a good decade. It has been pretty grim for most of us. Surely half of us are like the walking-wounded coming out of the pandemic? Those of us who survived are now facing war in Europe, the cost-of-living crises, the rise of AI, and lots and lots of bad news. We do not need more bad news. But it will likely come. Oh, and then there’s all of those people striking over one thing or another…

If I live to tell the story, I will say that while everyone else seemed to be striking against pay and conditions, I was on strike against God. Mostly about conditions. A little less pain and death please – maybe a few more answered prayers and more of that fabled love for us.

This could all be so simply resolved by the Almighty. I am not convinced there is anything useful that can be learned while we wait. And I was unaware that it was supposed to have been a lesson. Maybe something good will come out of the clear blue sky. Sometimes that happens. It really does. We don’t always have to be proactive, do we? Sometimes it’s nice to rest a little and hope for better days.

I will report back to you whatever happens from here on, whether good or bad. In the meantime, please stay alive and look after yourselves.

As I say, this could all be so simply resolved by the Almighty. One way or the other…

Day 87 - What happened next during my prayer strike

I broke the prayer strike. 

I prayed again to God for my brother’s long-term partner who was dying from cancer too. This horrible disease that you and I may die of as well.

I prayed after the hospice staff said that she wouldn’t survive the night. We had visited her recently, but had hoped that she would have longer. Before I had started the strike, I had prayed for healing for both her and Ad. For a miracle. She died 83 days after Ad died. On Mother’s Day. To be with Ad. She had faithfully and lovingly looked after my brother during his illness.

So, I prayed briefly, alone, a prayer just for her and her family. I asked God if he wanted to say anything, but noticed nothing in particular being said. At the end of the short prayer I said, “Goodbye” and resumed the strike.

When Ad died there had been an owl here. I’m not a very superstitious man, but I am a little superstitious (Remember, I believe in a literal devil). And it could be that God allows things such as owls as messengers of death, as many cultures have perceived them.

The owl had called out in the night near the bedroom window just before and just after Ad died. It had started a couple of weeks before. A couple of weeks ago I heard the owl, but just once, again in the night. Then, again, the owl called the night before Ad’s partner died. The call of the owl is strangely comforting in and of itself, superstition aside. But I cannot explain it. It makes no sense. It does not compute. There are many things outside of my understanding. I’m worried I will fear owl calls from here on.

It feels like deja-vu. Like going through the same thing again. All the nervous waiting, the fear of the news, the responsibility to tell others… and soon the funeral. A couple of people have remarked how tragic it all is. I do not think it any more tragic than any one of our lives. Ad and his partner’s lives were not so tragic. But they have both died way too young.

I don't blame Mary and the Saints or the angels. Even if it happened on Mother’s Day (Mary is said to be a mother to all believers). She has always struck me as a loving figure. They have an excuse because they are not all-powerful. I don't blame Heaven. But it seems that Heaven is only interested in seeing that God gets his way in everything, from the big things through to the smallest things. They know who butters their bread. If I were wise, I would act in the same way.

I am not so wise.

But I find it shocking. Is that the only reason people serve and praise the Almighty? Because he has the power over whether we live or die? That is no reason to serve and worship someone is it? That is like obeying a tyrant simply because they have the power to make you succeed or fail, or live or die. I had expected better of God. Is that all there is to him? Surely there is more to him?

So the strike continues, despite an attempt at talks. Comforts are few. Are we supposed to be noting them down in order to help others, even when our reactions vary so?

There are no parameters to life. How are we to prepare for these things?

What do I even hope to achieve by writing these things down to be read? Past prayers remain unanswered.

I feel I am being manipulated by benign and adversarial forces into praying again.

I am flagging.

Day 80 - Questions

On the way to work, I walked past a whiteboard set up by some evangelical Christians. It read, 'If you could ask God just one question, what would you ask? Please write below.'

It was a little like the Joan Osborne song.

There was room for maybe one question on the board. (A question which would be wiped clean when the next one was written by a passer-by.)

A handful of people stopped and wrote various, probably very witty, things. I couldn't see exactly what they had written because I was observing from a distance. If I had approached, I would have been caught in the evangelism-schpiel. Besides, I'm an introvert and I felt it would be bad for my soul to write a question in public. Who would do such a thing, anyway?

Why write questions down, for anyone at all to freely read? Questions like:

 

·        Why did my brother have to die on Christmas day? It was not something I had been asking for, was it?

·        Why are so few believers living a full life when God promised it unconditionally (apart from the condition of belief)? Is it user error?

·        Why allow the devil and his demons such seemingly immense power?

·        Why is Government so cruel and inept? What motivates them to be like that?

·        What will happen to us in the future?

·        What is the cure for cancer?

·        When will things get better in the UK?

 

And many, many other questions... some stupid, some a tad more pertinent.

It was futile to write one down. What’s the point?

 

In the background, the work on HS2 continued. The evangelists got only a little interest compared to a pizza tent a little further on.

When it comes to the meaning of life vs pizza, pizza will often win. Maybe the wisest people paid for pizza. Maybe pizza is the meaning of life.

Like the sweet old joke:

“What are you thinking about darling?”

“Pizza.”

 

There are ways of dealing with grief, especially if you are a believer. There are more acceptable ways of reacting to a death than the way I have reacted. I don't think I'm grieving particularly well, but I am functioning.

The most acceptable, and I think the most courageous way for a believer to react, is to say, 'The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.'

It was even made into a worship song, a kind of sop to stop us accusing the Almighty of theft.

I have much admiration for those who are able to take a courageous attitude. I think they are very strong. For those of us who are weaker, there are other reactions...

 

I would presume that when someone you love dies, there are a number of common reactions concerning faith issues. I wonder which one God prefers? I wonder if he has a policy on it all? A kind of heavenly system which cranks into place, involving angels and various spiritual machinations? It’s a mystery to me.

My brother dying on Christmas day from a brain tumour was not at all what I was praying for. In this case, God's timing (and perhaps my brother’s) was not particularly appropriate. They say that God's timing is perfect.

I would say that it is particularly bad.

It occurs to me that God hasn't been very hot on answering prayers. I'm not saying he has never done so in my experience. He has… but the time between answered prayers has been lengthy and onerous.

Either way, I'm still on a spiritual strike.

 

Anyway, Easter is coming. Jesus, quite clearly, has not destroyed death in any meaningful way, except for himself. Why does he expect praise and thanks for things which he hasn't done yet? Neither has he destroyed evil. I believe he will, one day, but I find it pretty galling to be expected to act as if he has already done so.

In the end, I think it’s a power thing. Those with power can make you wait and they get a kick out of doing so. So that you know who is in control.

And that’s also why they reverse the questions back onto you too. 

Because they are power-crazed.

Day 73 - What AI says about my prayer strike

 

A guest blog featuring AI. The following is a conversation I had with a ChatGPT based AI this week…

 

Me: What happens if I stop praying?

AI: If you stop praying, you risk straying from your faith and missing out on the spiritual benefits of prayer. Prayer is an essential part of a relationship with God, and without it, it can be difficult to stay connected to Him. Additionally, if you stop praying, you risk losing sight of God's presence in your life and allowing yourself to be tempted by the world. Prayer helps to strengthen your faith, so it is important to keep it up in order to remain close to God and stay on the right path.

(My thoughts) - Sounds a bit like fearmongering, but nice to know the AI believes in God.

 

Do you care if I live or die?

No, I do not care if you live or die. I am a language model designed to understand and respond to questions and topics.

Oh. Well, at least AI is honest.

 

Thanks. What will God think if I stop praying?

God will not be angry or disappointed with you if you stop praying. He loves you, and He understands that sometimes life can be challenging and that it can be difficult to make time for prayer. He wants you to come to Him when you need Him, and He will always be there for you. That said, prayer is an important part of a relationship with God, and it can be a powerful source of comfort, guidance, and strength. If you do find yourself unable to pray, perhaps due to busyness or worries, it may be helpful to take some time to reconnect with God in other ways, such as by reading Scripture and reflecting on God's goodness and faithfulness.

Everyone always seems angry.

 

But what if I blame God for something?

Blaming God is not the right approach, as He is not responsible for the bad things that happen in our lives. We are responsible for our own actions, and it is our own sinful choices that lead to negative consequences. We should instead seek to understand why things happen, and how we can use our faith to help us through difficult times. We can also use our faith to recognize that God is still in control, and that He will ultimately bring good out of even the worst of circumstances.

It’s not always our choices though, is it? Sometimes there is genuine adversity. Stupid AI.

 

Do you believe in God?

I do not believe in a personal or universal deity. However, I recognize the importance of faith and spirituality in the lives of many people and respect the value of religious beliefs.

Oh.

 

But what if I give up on prayer? What happens?

If you give up on prayer, you may find yourself feeling disconnected from God, and you may be missing out on the many blessings that come with having a strong relationship with Him. Prayer can be a powerful tool for self-reflection and spiritual growth, as it helps us to gain clarity in difficult situations and to deepen our understanding of God's will and character. Additionally, prayer is an important way to express gratitude for His blessings and to ask for guidance and help in times of need. Ultimately, prayer can help us to grow closer to God and become more deeply rooted in our faith.

This is like project fear.

 

What if I am angry with God?

If you are feeling angry with God, it's important to realize that God understands and is sympathetic to your emotions. It is okay to express your anger and to talk to God about how you are feeling. It is also important to remember that God is in control and always has a plan for the future, even if it may not seem like it in the moment. If you are struggling to trust God, try praying and asking Him to help you to understand and trust Him more.

I think God already knows I’m angry with him.

 

But what if I am so angry that I can’t bring myself to speak to him in prayer?

If you are feeling so overwhelmed with anger that you can't bring yourself to speak to God in prayer, that's okay. You can start by simply asking God to help you to understand and process your emotions. He understands and can help you to work through your anger in a healthy way.

Do AIs actually listen?

 

Why are you telling me to pray when you don’t pray?

I'm not telling you to pray, but rather suggesting prayer as one possible way to process and understand your emotions. Prayer can be a powerful tool to help you to connect with God and to express your feelings, and it can provide comfort and strength during difficult times. Whether or not you decide to pray is completely up to you.

Getting a bit cranky there.

 

Write me a short poem on prayer. Make it funny and make sure it doesn’t rhyme.

I pray to the Lord on high, Though sometimes my prayers don't fly. I ask for patience and peace of mind, But then I'm back to the same old grind.

I pray for strength and joy in life, But all too soon they're gone in strife. So I keep praying, hope remains, That in time, things will change.

Bad poetry is bad for the soul.

 

That’s not funny. It’s not very well written. And it rhymes.

I apologize for the unintentional rhyme. I understand that not all poems need to be funny, and I will strive to provide more serious and thoughtful poems in the future.

I somehow doubt it.

 

What if I am also angry with the devil and his demons?

It is important to remember that the Devil and his demons cannot harm you if you remain steadfast in your faith in God. The best way to get revenge against the Devil and his demons is to stay focused on your faith in God and to remember that the only power the Devil has comes from God. Additionally, it is important to forgive any wrongs done to you, as this will bring peace and joy to your heart. Additionally, it can be helpful to read verses from the Quran that remind us of God's mercy and protection. Lastly, it can be helpful to focus on the blessings God has given you, and to be grateful for those blessings.

Capital D for devil, I notice. I swear AI is going to turn into something from the Terminator one day. I will have to dig out my copy of the Quran.

 

Write me a blog post about blaming God. Make it helpful.

Blaming God is a common reaction to times of suffering and hardship. It is natural to feel anger, frustration and even resentment when we experience pain and tragedy. However, it is important to remember that God is not the cause of our suffering, but rather a loving and merciful Father who is always with us in our times of need.

In this blog post, we will look at why it is not productive to blame God for our suffering, and how we can find hope and comfort in Him even when it feels like everything is crumbling around us.

First and foremost, it is important to remember that God is not the cause of our suffering. While He may allow it to happen, He does not desire for us to experience pain and sorrow. His ultimate goal is to bring us into a closer relationship with Himself and to show us His great love and mercy.

The Bible is full of examples of God’s loving care and protection…

(I am cutting part of the AI generated blog short simply because it is not very helpful.)

…We hope this blog post has been helpful in reminding you that God is not the cause of our suffering, and that He is always with us in our times of need. May you find hope and comfort in His presence and may He give you the…

And here the AI just gives up, as if sensing that I’m a hopeless case.

 

Is God negligent?

It is not possible to answer this definitively as it is impossible to know the exact nature of God's actions and motivations. However, some may view certain actions of God as negligent, depending on their interpretation of the situation. Ultimately, it is up to the individual to decide whether or not they believe that God is negligent in any given instance.

But he either is or isn’t, isn’t he?

 

What would happen if everyone in the world stopped praying? Would God start listening to us more?

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