I Prayed In My Car

Yesterday, it rained.

This wouldn’t seem like a big deal to most, but I live in Los Angeles were “rain” is at a premium. 

Anyone who knows me, gets that I hate to drive to begin with, but hate it even more in mist, rain, darkness, anything but perfect sunny weather at this point. If I won the lottery today, one of the first things on my list would be to hire a permanent driver. I wish I was kidding, but I’m not. I’ve been saying this since I got my license as a teenager.  I’ve just never been a fan of driving and I don’t care about cars at all.  But, I do drive and yes, I drive well – just like everyone else thinks they do – it’s just not my thing. But, I had an appointment to meet with a client and since I’m a stickler for keeping my commitments, I went anyways even though when I started to leave, the rain was really coming down hard.  I can’t lie, I thought about cancelling for a second — okay, maybe more than a few seconds – Yaaasss, because it was raining!  I would have come up with another reason of course, like I was “sick” or something, but I truly considered ditching the meeting because of the rain.  Hee! 

Well, I went to my appointment.  And in case you missed it, I hate driving. I hate rain while driving even more. 

I prayed in my car. I did. Honestly, I realized yesterday that I do that pretty regularly. I’m not religious at all, but prayer (wishes, hopes, whatever you want to call it) is a part of who I am. People don’t know this about me – well, maybe one person does, the one who taught me this when I was a little girl, but every time I go by an accident, or see someone in distress, or just have a fear or need, I do a small cross at the top of my forehead with my thumb. Yes, I know, how very Catholic of me, but I’m not. I was “raised” Catholic, but I consider myself a recovering Catholic and actually, truth be told, I can honestly say, I hate the Church and most religion any day of the week.  But my faith in something “bigger” and “after this life” is on point and strong.  I also believe that whatever keeps me hopeful, empathetic, considerate and in joy, is a good thing.  Yeah, I pray most every day, maybe sometimes twice a day.   

I prayed in my car that my journey on the 405 & 10 freeways would be easy, that people would be kind, that other drivers would use their directionals (we call them blinkers – or blinkahs – in Boston). I prayed that my journey would be safe and that my car would not slip or slide and that my tires would hold out (the guy who changed my oil this year told me I needed new tires because they were worn out and then proceeded to show me the worn tread to make his point. This is in my head every time I get in my car. Thank you, mechanic guy.) – So, I did my little cross on my forehead with my thumb and went on my merry way. 

It was a lovely drive. I swear to God, or whatever you believe in, it was incredible! I mean EVERYONE used their “blinkahs” and even though there was one little mishap –  where a car tried to get into the next lane during a slow in the downpour while the opposing car was trying to do the same, they both noticed each other and one let the other by kindly. No horn honking, no middle fingers or exasperated looks – actually, there was a “It’s all good” wave by the person in the first car to the other car.  Seriously. In Los Angeles!  Amazing!

Now, do I think my prayer made that happen? Of course not.  I do not believe that’s how it works.  The God I believe in, isn’t messing with my head that way.  If that were the case, my “prayer” for a few million dollars would have already come true a long ass time ago!  Hahahahaha!  No, that’s not what prayer is for or about for me… 

When I pray, when I do my little cross on my forehead when going past an accident or seeing someone struggle, that pray is a reminder of my compassion. Prayer for me is about hope.  A wish that I be better than I used to be, no matter what happens. Prayer is what made me notice the best in people when a slight mishap occurred between two cars in front of me, in the rain, on the freeway, instead of being angry and frustrated that it ever happened at all.

Yeah, yesterday was a great day.

In The Bible It Says. . .

In The Bible It Says. . .

For whatever reason, this has been the topic of many discussions these past few weeks in my little world and for what it’s worth, I don’t think I have the ability to argue the points any further.

Truth is, I’m not a fighter.  Well, that’s probably not true in most areas of my life, but honestly, I give up!  I seriously can’t listen to anyone who keeps using the Bible as evidence to complete or make any argument.

And I admit it – the second the words, “In the Bible it says…” come out of someone’s mouth, I just turn off completely.  My brain, my body, just shuts off.  I’m done.  I’m not listening any further.  Call it whatever you’d like – but understand, that to me, it is simply unbelievable that in 2010 people are still trying to use the Bible, to make an argument (only when it’s convenient of course).

So, no, I’m not very religious at all.  Yes, I grew up Catholic – so, yes, I’m also always in recovery.  However I do believe in God or something more, greater, better – something AFTER.   But all this other “stuff” that religion abuses…well…I’m done.  And I’d say I mean no disrespect, but you know – I think I’m ready to be a little disrespectful about it – enough already!

Please stop using the Bible to make your arguments!  Please!

In my opinion, the Creator of the TV show The West Wing, Aaron Sorkin, said it best.  He might as well be God, and Martin Sheen, Richard Schiff, Janel Moloney, Rob Lowe, Allison Janney, Bradley Whitford, Dule Hill and John Spencer, his Disciples.

Let me “read” you a passage from his Work and share it with you.

This is the “Word” as I believe it to be so:

Amen.

Peace be with you.