Let us Pray Rightly or On Not Getting a Rash at Ball Games and Memorial Services
There are many things that give me a rash. Poison ivy… certain talk show hosts that shall go unnamed… and our culture’s view on prayer.
In an effort to make our little piece of the planet cozy and warm for all faiths and every manner of practice; speaking during a formal public moment of prayer has been substituted with the beloved ‘moment of silence‘. Like a colorful plush wheel at a carnival God has now been relegated to an options wheel whereby the barker screams, “Step right up! Pick a god! Any god!!” and the wandering patrons eagerly lay down their funds for a chance to play. It is amazing to see how easily we have been gagged in the name of freedom so that we cannot pray to the Unknown God whom we no longer worship in ignorance. Silence used to be golden.
And so we have no pay off we only have need – a need to pray even more since the barker’s silent promotions are becoming deafening and the sound of unified groaning is muffled. Speak aloud saints! Let your voices be heard as your hearts ring loudly to the One who alone can save us! Sing joyfully aloud to the King of Glory! Lift up your hands and praise Him! Let everything that has breath maintain a moment of silence. Just doesn’t sound right, does it?
And so I propose to you a small taste of pluralism’s vitiation – the New American Prayer.
Oh, All-powerful and All-knowing higher entity-person for which we have no agreed upon name!
We bow our heads before your unknown essence and pray to you this evening in a moment of silence because we know that we have been given nothing of certainty by which we can know you or your purpose, ability, and character.
We adore and praise all of your wondrous and indefinite attributes as we assume their existence because they make us feel better about our world and ourselves as we act spiritually in prayer.
We thank you, and perhaps even ourselves, for creating this world and all that is in it, which stands as an incredibly vague and mysterious monument to the glory of none.
Please forgive us All-powerful and All-knowing higher entity-person for calling you by so many various names and essences as we respect your right to be as undistinguished as possible.
Help us each day to live our lives in an honoring way according to the corruptively ambiguous and contradictory collective writings that we advanced primates uphold as divine.
May we reject cultural tripe and pray rightly.