Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2003-09-11 04:48 pm
Don. Jersey City. Also, prayer.
This plea made me tear up.
I've always prayed in private. If not isolation from others, I don't tend to share the thoughts I share with Deity aloud. I was raised Quaker, for the most part, religiously. We have silence, with people being moved to speak occasionally.
I just don't get the thing where people gather and one or two people speak and everybody else shuts up or sings along. It's alien. It wasn't part of my upbringing. Heck, I don't get it for the religion that's nominally mine, either...
I don't see that anything spoken can be honor for the dead. It does not compute, to me. Prayers are silent. Comfort for the living can be spoken. That's something it's good for. But prayer is silent.
I've always prayed in private. If not isolation from others, I don't tend to share the thoughts I share with Deity aloud. I was raised Quaker, for the most part, religiously. We have silence, with people being moved to speak occasionally.
I just don't get the thing where people gather and one or two people speak and everybody else shuts up or sings along. It's alien. It wasn't part of my upbringing. Heck, I don't get it for the religion that's nominally mine, either...
I don't see that anything spoken can be honor for the dead. It does not compute, to me. Prayers are silent. Comfort for the living can be spoken. That's something it's good for. But prayer is silent.

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I think group singing or chanting can be very powerful, and necessarily needs to be organized by a very few people, to avoid death by committee.
I think that there is occasional value in asking another to speak for me: they may be able to bridge a communications gap or go where I would not be heard.
I think there is value in a single person offering religious thoughts to other people, provided the single person provides useful thoughts and all involved consent.
I no more understand many instances of public prayer than you do, despite their inclusion of one or more of the above things.
Oh, and I also think there can be a sort of value in street-corner preaching, at least the sort where the person preaching isn't speaking to gain an audience, but just putting words out where they have no choice but to exist. I may have my Martian-colored glasses on again, though.
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Prayer. Diversity. Death.
On the issue of prayer, I'll respect that prayer, practiced different from how you are used to it is foreign to you. One of the wonderful things about this country is the diversity of people of faith. I was raised where occassionally women would get the "Holy Spirit" in them and start hollering, flailing their arms, and getting hysterical. And for a while I thought "less lively" churches just didn't have the Holy Spirit. Prayers are like people, some are extroverted, some introverted, some lively, some sedate, silent, loud, still, dancing, musical and spoken.
Sometimes I am moved to sing the lord's prayer, sometimes I pray while walking, head up, eyes open and silent. To me prayer is communication with G-d or whatever/whomever and there are various forms of communication.
Re: Prayer. Diversity. Death.
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I didn't notice it very much at the time, but my father did stress the simpler ways of doing things. Of course, his idea of simple was "There are technological solutions to many problems, and it behooves us to not live with a problem when we could have it solved," but we had relatively little junk food, Mama made quite a few of our clothes when we were little, we never had visible brand names on our clothes except for on our jeans and shoes, and FatherSir made it known that he would far rather spoil us endlessly with tools and raw materials than get us one junky plastic toy.
Growing up in Alaska, I didn't realize that this was particularly out of step with mainstream US culture. Alaskans are generally solitary and practical, so it wasn't very out-of-place. Then I moved in with a woman who was raised Deep Arizona Trailer Trash... my standards of living have suffered shock, and her standards of living as well...