For obvious reasons, I no longer pray.
A family member has been recently hospitalized. I don't know what to do with myself. When I think of him, all I can come up with is "I hope he gets better." It seems paltry in comparison to calling upon the Almighty for some divine favor.
I have to apply logic to this: he will recover depending on his body's strength and proper medical care.
It would be nice if there were some divine person in my corner but, let's face facts, people pass on at the worst times: leaving their families in turmoil or destitute. Or sometimes they pass on with wills and all that stuff in order. Sometimes they die and no one cares. It's random.
There's no divine mystery behind it, no favor meted out to the faithful.
Some say we don't understand "God's" ways. This is just a cover for when someone who is really needed, who should really be here longer, dies.
There is no answer. There is no replacement for prayer. I just keep my eyes open and my feet on the ground.