On Warnings and Blessings
My fervent aunt sends me a prayer this morning that I'm to read and pass on to 8 people, and then God will bless me...tomorrow. If I don't read and pass it on, the implication is, I will not be blessed. Or at least, will not be blessed in a special way tomorrow. I read it; it's a variation on the Lord's Prayer, with some bizarre language added in. I think as I read it that I really have no idea how to pray--that I always feel self-conscious if I try, as if the High Holy requires of us particular syntax and form, in 21st-century American English. My priest says she prays when she's doing the laundry, and I get confused, because I'm a single mother, too, and I know that laundry time isn't exactly an occasion for the meditative mind I assume prayer requires. But then, she's the professional.
In the days and weeks immediately post-9/11 there were email rumors circulating--some of them allegedly originating from the alleged daughter of some alleged bigwig in the government or military--saying that in-the-know people were getting out of New York before a certain time on a certain day the following week because they'd been able to confirm that another major attack was coming. Subway attacks. Bridge attacks. I read one of those, was alarmed, and sent it to a friend in Manhattan, who responded by blasting me, rightly enough. "Inger, what on earth do you really expect me to do with this?"
When US soldiers invaded Iraq there were plenty of fascinating emails flying around. Political commentary, notes from soldiers, notes from soldiers' families. I circulated those to a small group of friends and family--people who'd been active with me in pre-election conversations, and people whose politics I knew were in the same place as mine. One day, one of those people wrote back to me and said, "Until the soldiers come home and can speak for themselves, I don't really want to hear any more about the war." She was the chair of the local Democratic party. I was flabbergasted. I blasted her. "Are you kidding me?" I asked. Things have been considerably less warm since then.
I don't forward emails anymore, not that I ever did in volume. Not jokes, not anthrax warnings, not prayers, not politics. That's what blogs are for. So friends, if I were the praying sort I would do so today for you, and wish you many blessings, tomorrow.
As it is, simple friendship will have to do.
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I used to forward some of those emails ~ prayers, missing children pictures, heartbreaking soilder stories...until I found www.snopes2.com and was able to verify most of those emails, stories, "news" articles, were, in fact, hoaxes. Now I rarely forward anything...and if I do...I check with snopes first.
How sad that people start these hoaxes in the first place. Its a strange violation of people's good/kind/loving hearts.
I know I've probably inadvertently offended friends and family by asking (in a moment of frustration) that they discontinue sending me that type of email. I know I could have just hit "delete"...but I think in my bumbling way....I was trying to stop the snowball of heartwrenching hoaxes from touching me and anyone else.
You ARE blessed, my sweet friend, Inger. And I wish you many more blessings as life continues to unfold.
huggggs
i have broken chain mail and chain e-mail all my life...either i live on the edge or i'm goin to hell, i dunno...the 2004 election shocked me so bad, basically because people who i thought were on my side appsrently had other views...it shocked me...
when i sold my mom's house i changed her address to mine, so all her mail comes here...she is a devotee of billy graham and jerry falwall, and that shit is hitting my mailbox...i know, i know!!!...anyway, to me, there is PRAYER, and their is prayer...there is jerry falwell bullshit PRAYER where you need candles and rosaries and all that shit, and there there is the other prayer, that you can do while you;'re doing the laundry...
just mho...
love you, woman...
peace...
I was thinking yesterday about prayer. I guess I really don't get it.
Seems like a lot of people pray and not much changes. Humm...is there something I am missing?
Or right, I don't believe in any of that stuff. To each their own however. Pray away...just don't force me to do the same.
STB
Blogzie had a quote from Peter O'Toole on her site last week...
"When did I realize I was God?
Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized
I was talking to myself."
--Peter O’Toole--
I had thought it, but hadn't figured out how to put it into words...
alan
i love you. it's funny when the personal is political dictum backfires, isn't it? liberals invented the phrase, but fundamentalists mean it, which is why, i guess, they're gaining ground.
there are kill superstition parties that have chain letter invitations. they say if you don't forward them, they'll guarantee you'll die. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, perhaps seventy years from now. then you go to the party and pin the beard on jesus, and play with the black cat, and break mirrors. they're fun.
I too am going to hell or will have seven years of bad luck or something as I never forward those things. If the message is religious or smaltzy, I simply hit the delete key. I thank god for creating the delete key. (grin)
Simple friendship indeed....
I sure do think of you as a friend.
rQm
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Petitionary prayer ("Help us smash them down the field, Our Lady of Good Counsel") doesn't make much sense to me.
Someone compared prayer to saying after a concert, "That Beethoven, he's the best!" A recognition of and connection to the way things are--that God is great and so forth.
I keep thinking of contradictory snippets: Arnold's "We are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night." Mencken's gibe about no one ever losing money because he underestimated the intelligence of the American people. (Was it) Chesterton's observation that people who stop believing in God don't end up believing in nothing--they'll believe in anything.
Confused? You bet.
Fear.
That is what motivates people to pass on such drivel as chain mail.
And it is why people voted for Bush.
xxxxx
That's really funny Inger because that's exactly what I do now too. I never forwarded those things that wished you luck or anything because they were just annoying, but I did always forward on fun tidbits. Now I just put them all up on my blog.
My friends probably think that I've fallen off the face of the earth because they don't know that I have the blog anymore either. LOL
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