When You Ask Someone to Pray for You


Winter 2017 in Hartford, CT

In the first time for a long time I asked someone to pray for me.

When I resort to prayer I’m ashamed to say that sometimes it is as a last resort. It shouldn’t be incompatible with logical thinking and analysis, but in my brain, I sometimes take the inexplicable “either/or” dynamic.

I’m not sure who I will turn away by writing this post. There’s something about being religious in the United States that causes it to be a polarizing topic. I won’t even dare or want to get into it. I only mean to write authentically. And I admit that I resort to prayer, but only sometimes.

I should get to bed.

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