One of my best friends is in a dire financial situation and needs a full time job (long story - suffice it to say, she's not kidding). She sent an email out to her closest friends and asked for us to pray that God sends her that job she so desperately needs. I wanted so badly to tell her that I wouldn't pray for her. I would definitely wish her well and always have, but I won't pray. If and when she gets a job, it'll be because she made it happen.
Yes, I wanted to tell her this, but I won't. In my first blog where I posted my resolutions, one of the major ones was to be true to myself and I will be. However, I don't want to add any other burdens to those she already has right now by coming out as an atheist to her. Maybe it won't bother her or maybe it will, but she needs to focus on the job, not thinking about our friendship or that she feels that I'm bound for hell or whatever. There'll be time enough for truth another day.
I wish I could understand why people ask for prayers. They don't work and they give credit to someone that isn't there. I know that several years ago, I used to pray every morning that my hubby would come home safe from work - I know now that it wasn't God who protected him, but his ability to drive the car safely. I used to pray that God would put his angels around the house to protect it when we went on trips. It wasn't a diety that watched over it, but good locks and our neighbors keeping watch for each other. Prayer won't cure cancer, save a life or take away that odd pinging sound the car is making. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that again... say the words to God and he'd make everything all better. Fortunately, I'm growing up. If I want that pinging sound to go away, I have to take the car to the shop. No one's going to wave a magic wand and fix the problem. It's scary sometimes, but I'm taking responsibility for my life and myself.
For now, I'll just wish my friend luck and offer support. I'm sure that once she lands a job, she'll thank God for getting it for her. I'll know better. I know that it was my friend, not Jesus, who filled out all those long application forms, spent hours spreading her resumes around the city, or undergoing endless interviews. She'll give God the credit when she should be giving herself that pat on the back for her hard work. I know who I'll give the credit to.