I didn't know what I believed.
I didn't know if I believed.
- Lindsey Crittenden in
A Sceptic Starts to Pray
Reading old issues of Reader's Digest is one of the things I do when I'm home (home is 50 kilometers from here). The last time I was there, just 2 days ago, I enjoyed for a while the luxury of having nothing to do but soon got bored with it so I started cleaning my desk and shelves. They were dusty and smelled musty. It took me all morning because aside from being dusty, the shelves were half-full of old issues of Reader's Digest and as I wiped each clean, I was also browsing it.
There was this feature that I found quite interesting and it started with these two sentences: I didn't know what I believed. I didn't know if I believed. Intrigued, I read it. It was about the author's own view of prayer and how it somehow filled her with warmth and comfort "that stay put, a presence that never leaves." And on that same page was another feature entitled Prayers for Unbeliever by Nancy Haught, It started with equally interesting opener: What if you don't believe in God but still feel a pull towards prayer? What if indeed! Here, the author shares a "metta" or loving-kindness prayer. As suggested by H Bays, a priest in Zen Community in Oregon: "Sit down, quieten your mind and begin with yourself, say:
May I be free from fear. May I be free from suffering. May I be happy. May I be filled with loving kindness.
Next, focus on someone you love. Say the same prayer on that person's behalf. Then pray the same way for a neutral person. Finally pray for someone you don't like."
Well, then guys, this is all for now, and may you be filled with loving kindness.