Some woman I never met told me point blank at the gym that I should pray more. After staring at her in disbelief for ten solid seconds, she told me I had a disability because I had sinned. Obviously.
So I asked her why I should pray a God that disabled me: she told me God loved me and had a plan for me. Tough love I guess. But hey, if there’s a plan…
Then I asked her if my limbs would grow back if I prayed enough: no she said, but it’s not too late to let Jesus into my life.
Well that made total sense. I’m off to church then…
Prayer (or at least praying for anything) is honestly the most arrogant thing anyone can do. It presupposes the existence of omniscient and omnipotent being, typically one with a grand plan and endless love.
Then you’re asking them to change all of that just because you fucking asked them to.