Beyond Prayer

Lately, things haven't been going so well.

So I was biking down North California, and I passed the big Methodist church on the corner. There was a sign, something to the effect of "come on in, it's nice in here". For just a moment, a fleeting one, I thought how easy it would be to go in, sit down, and ask for my sins to be forgiven, and my problems fixed. If it happens, wow! If not, I am absolved -- it must be God's will. But there is no God, so there is no one to ask. Sad but true.

It might still feel nice to take my place and sit quietly, in a solemn pew, in a big room, with a bit of gravitas, and a feeling of community.