Precarious Paths of a Postmodern Pilgrim

With your decaf-skinny-caramel-no foam-latte in one hand, you slide your ipod back into your Kate Spade with your other, so God's attention won't be split between your mumbled prayer and James Blunt.

Your oversized tortoise rimmed sunglasses(very Nicole Ritchie)mask your eyes from anyone who might glance your way, and you continue to watch the people walking out of the coffee shop, taking their pugs for a stroll around the park, stopping to type something into their Blackberrys...

'Dear God' you begin... under your breath and without really moving your lips so no one will think you're wierd... 'Dear God'...

...Is that the right way to do it? Addressing God like you're penning a new entry in your diary? Is that the way you used to do it?

And suddenly you realize you haven't really prayed in... years. You don't even remember HOW to pray!

Your head begins to spin as you consider all the options...could God still hear you? Can you still feel God? Or did He EVER really hear you?

And why are you referring to God as a HE...

Suddenly, you realize - you might have no business praying about this problem when you suddenly find yourself so lost and confused!
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