Prayer changes you. Not things, YOU. And if you’re not ready to be changed, keep your prayers to yourself. Hide them deep ’cause they’re sneaky fuckers who like to leak out in unexpected moments and there you go: you’re changing. Not just a little, but deep-in-your-soul changing. In places and spaces you never imagined. You can get away for a little while with surface stuff in prayers: cars, houses, money – mostly meaningless, feel-good type things – if you don’t make a habit of prayer. Once it becomes habitual, welp! That will no longer do. Your Soul starts to speak up, to assert its needs, to push you in the directions it prefers.
Prayer is a drug. It takes over your life and before you know it, you’re praying all the time. It takes over your life. You become dependent on it, can’t imagine living without it. It becomes the air you breathe, the beats of your heart, the blood in your veins, the thing that keeps you warm in the cold and dark. It changes you. If you don’t want to change, if you’re happy with how you are or at the very least comfortable, then never pray. Not habitually anyway. Keep your prayers short, surface and mostly begging for “stuff”. Or hold onto your seat and prepare for a wild ride. But no worries. Like Neruda said: everything important remains.