Giggling Gurus, and Other Thoughts on Prayer

I don’t pray. Not in the traditional sense. I don’t close my eyes, fold my hands and speak words to the Omniscient Bearded Man in the Air. It seems vapid to me. Furthermore, I don’t trust words.  I grew up in a religious tradition where words were inexpensive and not especially honored. We sang words. We shouted words. In fact, one of the most important doctrinal positions in our denomination was that someday, the Almighty would loosen our tongues, present us with a Heavenly language we did not know, by which we could communicate to God. They call this Speaking in Tongues. Glossolalia for us smartass Ivory Tower Scholars.