I pray weird.
In fact, it may be weird to pray nowadays, period.
Most folks like to think they can do life themselves. No help. No fallback. No crutch.
I’m helplessly and happily aware that without Jesus I’m up a creek without a paddle. In fact, not just a paddle, a boat, a motor, a direction, a scrap of toilet paper, or even a hope!
Atheists passionately practice their non-belief with religious zeal nowadays. Ironic how “not believing” has become so in vogue. It’s the new thing to believe. Apparently.
The high-priests of nothing-there push their belief in not believing with a devotion that shames the luke-warmness of many churchgoers.
The worship of self is the altar of choice for a generation.
All the while, there’s some weird folk praying.