"...a prayer marched through my head, though prayer is not the right word to describe that march. I wasn't humble before God. I didn't even believe in God. My prayer was not: Please, God, take mercy on us." p. 10 Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail (Vintage)
When I read the above quote, I began to like Strayed and her book. You'd think that when you pray to an all powerful, all knowing god, that you'd ask them to change things since they were all powerful. God the powerful. It's Dharma to try and accept things as they really are, and prayer is a kind of way of asking yourself, too, for the grace to accept the reality that you resist.
When I read the above quote, I began to like Strayed and her book. You'd think that when you pray to an all powerful, all knowing god, that you'd ask them to change things since they were all powerful. God the powerful. It's Dharma to try and accept things as they really are, and prayer is a kind of way of asking yourself, too, for the grace to accept the reality that you resist.
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