Sorry but I have to let off, and the only place I can is in here. Feel free to ignore or not post if you want.
I feel really invisible to a large portion of my family, and I believe it has to do with NOT asking for anyone to pray for me on Facebook. Too many of my relatives get on and say "oh, my (take your pick of relationship) is having a problem, please pray for us!"
Last month I wrote personally to two of my siblings telling them about the situation I was in with my husband and children, and I didn't even get a "huh, that's rough!" But one of them feels free to ask me and everyone to please pray for their situation.
To be fair, there is one sib, and one neice who talk to me, but overall, I really feel invisible to the people who are suppose to matter!
Ok, rant ended.
I loved my Grandfather very much and can say he taught me most of what i know about the world. When i was a child, he asked a man to sit down to eat with us in a restaurant and introduced him to me as a 'colored gentleman'. Now, if you knew Grampa, you'd realize he really meant well. Even as a child, it felt wrong to me and when I grew some more, I realized just how wrong. To him, he was acting in a positive way and helping me to accept another race as equals and I did learn that from him, though indirectly. It actually took college to (hopefully) wash all of my hidden prejudices out.
Please excuse the tangent as i come to the point... People say they will pray for me at times. I smile and try my best to assess them as a whole person and include their intention. I realize that they truly believe they are helping me. I don't necessarily believe they are not. In fact, I do have a certain belief in what may be explained as 'karma' or 'comes around goes around', though I don't feel there is anything spiritual about the positive psycholigical affects of general positivity. It is simply someone feeling positive toward me and who knows what small effect may come of it. They may pray for me in a group that includes someone who doesn't like me and suddenly that person begins to give me a chance (under the pretense of putting a positive spin on the possible effect of their magical spell casting) Wouldn't it just prove that their god was listening if they were to find a way to make my life a little better? Maybe it's ok to let a little slide. Maybe it's not. If I were older when Grampa invited the man to sit down, I couldn't sit quietly, I would feel the need to correct him. So, I'm just not sure which is right at times when it comes to religion. I guess as long as someone is not assuming that I believe in what I consider nonsense, then I am not actually being insulted,.. only pitied. ........ oh crap-I guess i don't like that either hehe