Prayer simply does not work. It just doesn’t. I know this to be true…let me tell you how I know.
My sister is an alcoholic. She has been abusing for over 25 years. Frankly, I’m amazed that she is still alive. The sad thing, is that she is incredibly smart and clever. Unfortunately, her alcoholism has just about ripped my family of origin to shreds. Her disease has stolen countless holidays away from my family. I have spent hundreds of hours on the phone, praying with her, listening to her, only to discover that she has been lying to me. It’s hard to describe the absolute alternate reality that invades your world when an addict chooses to target you for daring to call a spade a spade. Truth and addictions do not mix well…
As the old joke goes, “When can you tell when an addict is lying? Anytime their lips are moving…!” Except, it’s not really funny. In fact, it’s heartbreaking.
When I was in college, I would pray for hours for my sister’s recovery from drugs and alcohol. Literally for hours upon end, interceding on her behalf. Asking, seeking, knocking, crying, begging, ….I was exhausted from the effort of trying to hope and pray my sister out of the devils grip. And this is how I know prayer doesn’t work. It didn’t matter how many people I asked to pray, or how many times I prayed….it didn’t help.
Looking back , I realize that either God had the power to do something, but chose not to….or He isn’t there. If He is there, but has chosen not to help, than He is a cosmic jerk. If He’s not there (which is what I suspect), than I was just wasting my time. Either way, it was a waste of time.
I have many more thoughts on the subject, but I’m too tired and emotional to continue…but I will. I must, because although the truth sucks rotten eggs sometimes, it’s better than living a lie. Whether I like it or not, this is my truth.