May 16, 2020

Reminder: Prayer changes things


Nearly three years ago, I proposed the existence of an Internet League of Prayers. Prayer, being often a private sort of thing ("But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly," admonished the Great Prayer), I do not know whether that league has actually come into being. It is my hope that it did.

At the time I reminded well-wishers of John McCain that prayer is essentially peaceful and non-violent, and that the deity to whom prayers may be addressed is not answerable to state laws, edicts, rulings, or executive orders.

It is my happy hope that such members of this informal league who have continued to pray for this country's well-being have not lost sight of the success our original foray enjoyed and are prepared to take another stab at it.

I am no overzealous bomb-throwing Louis Lingg or slavering revolutionary calling for stringing up the nation's governors from lamp-posts and leaving them to dangle by the entrails, one of another. And I do not request such prayers of my fellow believers. Of course, how they pray, to whom, and for what is their business, not mine. I merely urge that prayers be offered that certain of those occupying executive mansions who seem to seek the ruin of us all should find lasting peace and be gathered unto their fathers. Soon.

Surely it is time that some of the people who are pleased to call themselves "governor" in this country should face the prospect of their own mortality. Doubtless, they are not unaware of this simple biological fact. What I have in mind is that they face the sobering fact that some uncounted number of their fellow citizens are praying for ... shall we say, a more intimate facing of it?

I don't know about most people, but I would find it troubling to learn that people whom I have never met and whose names I do not know were seriously praying that I keep an appointment tonight in Samarra. Whether these prayers will bear the fruit desired, we shall have to wait and see.

It may be objected that even a successful prayer campaign such as I have in mind would be of limited use. After all, anyone who joins the choir invisible will be immediately replaced, perhaps by someone worse. To this I say, that's all right. We'll just turn to the replacements next and pray that they too shall start pining for the fjords.

As in my first call to prayer, I understand that worshippers of Cthulhu and Satan will be reluctant to join in this faith-based demonstration, for it is directed against faithful servants of those beings.

For the newcomers to our work, I reproduce mutatis mutandis the prayer I composed for our brother John:

"O mighty [or almighty if you prefer] [state the name of the deity to whom your heart and hands are lifted], I pray for my brother [insert name, e.g., Mario or Ralph] [or sister, e.g., Gretchen], a leader of men and despiser of their work and their freedom, to be released from his [her] labors and to be taken to your welcoming arms and loving bosom. We shall lament his [her] departure and are eager to get on with it. Amen." Ω

May 16, 2020

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