tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374425197565777568.post90793622425396800..comments2023-10-11T03:18:37.593-05:00Comments on Gin Is Juiced: Ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782327565858039219noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374425197565777568.post-2802593850049745732008-12-02T10:54:00.000-06:002008-12-02T10:54:00.000-06:00I think the whole uncomfortable thing about your p...I think the whole uncomfortable thing about your prayer was being put on the spot to perform it. That was probably coupled with the unspoken guilt of not following in the same religious footsteps as some of your family. There is always an unspoken tension at my in-laws home around prayer time, since my husband and I have broken from the family church. My mother-in-law always throws some wrench of guilt in the hopes of luring us back from the burning fires of hell, but we never bite. We just get pissed...Tuesday Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07475567792744675719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374425197565777568.post-45841389063204257162008-12-01T08:20:00.000-06:002008-12-01T08:20:00.000-06:00Prayer is SUPPOSED to be conversational. I really...Prayer is SUPPOSED to be conversational. I really try to make my prayers to God sound like my prayers to anyone else, otherwise they're just rote liturgy. No "thee"s or "thou"s, and mine don't tend to be very long. Just like when I talk to people, I get to the point and move on. I think God is way more impressed by the sincerity of a prayer than the length or floweriness.<BR/><BR/>The ultimate example is the Lord's Prayer. I mean, you could recite that thing in like twenty seconds, it's really simple, and I suspect was not actually as flowery as the King James version we all learned in Sunday School.Electric Monkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07469338111427705780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374425197565777568.post-43940300620535679022008-11-30T13:19:00.000-06:002008-11-30T13:19:00.000-06:00OK, the Prince lyrics? Almost made me cry. That is...OK, the Prince lyrics? Almost made me cry. That is the funniest thing I've heard in a long time. Dude. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, prayer is a struggle for me. I have a hard time talking to God. I believe very strongly in him and in my faith, I just haven't had a dialogue in a while. I'm working on it, though. In high school (pre-G&J BFF days) I was the big pray-in-front-of-everyone-flowery-prose kid and I think I just got tired of posturing, and I haven't been able to get back into a good Jamie-to-God conversation groove. <BR/><BR/>I think you have the right idea - it should be more of a conversation and more regularly throughout your day than 15 minutes of your morning kneeling in a corner. But, different strokes, etc. etc.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374425197565777568.post-35914580533488550142008-11-30T06:34:00.000-06:002008-11-30T06:34:00.000-06:00We bless our food. Usually holding hands around t...We bless our food. Usually holding hands around the table and praying out loud. We're not the type you'll see in restaurants doing the group head bow and two-minute mumble, but at home we do it at most meals.<BR/><BR/>Other than that, our prayer lives are more individual. I've been wanting to start a family evening prayer time ... a more in-depth prayer than just We Appreciate Our Food.<BR/><BR/>I don't think you're off. If I sat down to breakfast with my grandmother and she asked me to pray, I'd probably be taken aback as well. In fact, as we sat at the Thanksgiving table on Thursday, Christopher, Jamie, Dave and I all pointed to each other to give the prayer. :)The Bouldinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11840483714182041582noreply@blogger.com