To Pray or Not to Pray?
That is the question.
Fifty-two years ago, my father took me and my siblings on a trip to Tahiti. It wasn’t so much to take us on vacation but rather to try and convince me not to get married two months hence. He was hoping I might find a nice Tahitian girl to give me second thoughts.
That didn’t happen. I enjoyed the “family” trip and appreciated Tahiti. For whatever reason, my father asked all of us if we were willing to leave a day early. It was unanimous. We were ready to go home. After we got back to the states, we learned our original scheduled flight crashed into the ocean killing everyone, except one lucky passenger.
This all came back to me with the recent crash of Air India, also with a lone survivor.
I’m mystified when I ask myself how it was that my entire family agreed to leave early and avoid death. Could the two survivors of the flights half a century apart be called divine intervention? If so, where was the divine intervention for all those who died? What made those two men and my family unique in that we had been spared?
I went on to marry my high school sweetheart. My father gave us six months. Had we taken our booked flight it would never have been even one day. I would not have two daughters and two grandkids. My brothers and sisters would not have had their own children and grandchildren. For those who died, no one will ever know what awaited them.
Or was that always their predetermined fate?
Over the years I’ve had other things occur that confused me about the likelihood of a higher power. In one case, to this day, I can clearly remember every detail. I was a teenager; my mortality was something far, far away. I was climbing up the side of a vertical cliff when the rock I grabbed pulled away and I began falling backwards. I knew it was over. Then suddenly, a soft gentle push was applied to my back, and I was placed carefully against the cliff. I clung there for a few minutes trying to comprehend what had just happened. I climbed down and never did anything like that again.
I am but one person, but our lives are important to each of us. We instinctively don’t want to die.
We are inundated with stories of death nearly every waking hour. We have become nearly numb hearing about 18 killed in a bombing, 60 drowned in flooding, 100 dead after an earthquake, thousands killed daily in various accidents. On a larger scale, 200,000 drowned by a tsunami. It goes on every day, and I tell myself when I hear such numbers, there’s a me and you in those tragedies.
Many turn to prayer in times of crisis or when we’re faced with our possible demise. I firmly believe prayer gives solace where otherwise there would be an empty void.
Nevertheless, I have mixed feelings about prayer.
People use prayer for thousands of reasons. We could pray for the 200 plus souls who died in the India plan crash but then it’s too late for them. We can pray for the sole survivor, but he’s going to live on another day. We can pray for all the family and friends of those who died but it won’t bring anyone back.
Lest you get me wrong, I’m not against prayer, I’m just not sold on its power.
I touched on this before. About a year ago I reluctantly went back to church after being absent for some thirty years. My wife wanted to start attending and I told myself (not her) I would go to support her. I’ve grown to enjoy those quiet moments and have become friends with the priest. If it were not for him, I likely wouldn’t still be going.
It’s not the regimented mass of old. It’s personable and interactive. Almost safe to say it’s fun. And I know he’s going to read this column, as will another good religious friend, and we’ll have something to discuss over a lunch.
During the priest’s mass there’s a time set aside for parishioners to say their prayers out loud. They vary from praying for a dying friend or relative to hoping for a good surgical outcome. It engages the entire congregation and it’s good. By voicing those feelings, it lends more strength to your prayer and allows you to share with others who pray along with you.
Turning to present day; When President Trump ordered the air strike on Iran, a bunch of prayers were likely said that it wouldn’t result in a third world war. Many prayed for Trump and supported his actions. Many others prayed for Trump’s death. I would like to believe good will always reign over evil so I’m going to hope the prayers of hate went unheard. Trump’s actions likely could have saved millions of lives in the future so prayers of thanks could be said for that as well.
I go back and forth about prayer.
I can certainly see its importance and its overwhelming need; however, I try and understand how we can pray for, say, someone who is dying, pray they will survive, and then they die anyway. Our thoughts then shift to, “It was destined to be” or “They’re in a better place now.”
We can rationalize anything
It means prayer is flexible. Metaphorically pliable. And maybe that’s as it should be.
Were my family and I getting prayers we didn’t know about from my mother, so that we all returned home safe from Tahiti? Then what about other friends and family that were praying for the safe return of their own who ended up dying in the crash? Did the survivor of that Tahiti flight and the Air India crash receive super prayers from places unknown?
Trillions of prayers encircle our small planet 24/7 and yet we continue to be inundated with so much death and destruction.
Will things ever settle down?
We can only pray.
I'm interested in hearing how you not taking that plane affected you. Two experiences I had. On September 25th 1978, my father was rushing to make PSA Flight 182 for a business meeting in San Diego. My father was never late. I was raised by him to uphold punctuality - and I always have. I think it's one of the most inconsiderate things you can do, to be late. But that day my father was stuck in traffic and by the time he got to the gate, it was too late. PSA flight 182 collided with a private jet and crashed into North Park near San Diego. It was the deadliest air crash in this country up to that point. My father completely changed. He had always been driven and he'd succeeded in becoming a top lawyer in this country and the head of what was becoming one of the most powerful law firms in the world, Gibson, Dunn & Crutcher. But now he wanted to celebrate life. And that lasted for about six months. But it was the best six months of my relationship with him.
As for prayers. I've written about this a lot in SB Current's comments section, but I very nearly died in January of this year. Had my husband not taken me to the ER, had I not had an outstanding surgeon, Dr. Christopher Quijano, operating on me, I would surely have died from Septic Shock. My husband held my hand when I was in a coma, and told me I would make it, even as the doctors were telling him my chances were at best 50/50.
Afterwards, I learned that a number of my friends and family had prayed for me. Did this save me? Or was it the excellent hospital I was in, Cottage? I will say that my mother, who passed away in 2021, visited me. She stood by me in that room. And when I came out of the coma, a beautiful young RN came in my room. i recognized her. She'd been a caregiver to my mom in her last year. She wasn't a nurse, just a companion I hired because I wasn't allowed to be with my mom during the lockdown. They became great friends with a 70 year age difference. And now she said that my mom had sat her down obe day and told her she needed to make something of herself, that she could do something good with her life and needed to instead of frittering it away. And she carried my mom's photo with her through nursing school. Now she is so happy and so fulfilled and she owes it to my mom.
Prayers are important. And so is reaching out to others with words and gestures that help them. Not just flattery but truth. I'm told this woman is a phenomenal nurse in the ICU. In her last days on Earth, my mother reached out to this woman. And who knows how many lives she will have saved. There are many ways to honor God. Prayer is just one of them.
Great personal experience of divine interventions. If someone stops, quiets the world and reflects on their lives I’m sure everyone has had an experience. But most chalk it up to luck.
I have had several experiences, numerous of you actually think about who you are and your normal routine and realize every so often you don’t follow your routine. We are creatures of habit and routine.
Several things I know. If everyone followed Jesus teachings this world would be a better place. The world, humans, animals are way too complex to be a random clashing of two ricks that came from nothing to create something. And all life did not originate from single cell organisms that arrived, again out of no where.
I also found that when you dive into the Bible and realize there is a common theme with repeated stories all progressing along the same agenda Stren out over thousands of years. There are messages hidden in plain sight and timelines that have been fulfilled to the year. Hind sight helps to see world events that fit the Bible.
And of course the theme that our forefathers knew when they created this country, man is corruptible; power, greed, ego throughout history has created wars and oppression of the people. We saw it in Roman times, we see it in the Papal church, in other churches and we most definitely see it in our government leaders today.
It is why the Bible states the remnant, few, will live in the kingdom of god.
Here another thought. If there is no heaven, why be a good person? You can see the government leaders who do not believe, despite claiming to be a Catholic or Christian, in the way they hold their office. Self serving. We see this locally.
Such as when the SBUSD school board chose to ignore the FDA disclosure stating children suffered the highest risk of myocarditis and a zero percent risk from Covid. I delivered the official documents directly to each of the, but there were millions of dollars on the line if they complied with Sacramento and Washington. So they ignored the safety data and put kids lives at risk.
Greed, power, ego. Not qualities we want in a public servant.