I stopped praying when I was in elementary school. I was still at a tender age when it became clear to me that praying was, at best, a colossal waste of time and, possibly, a clumsy insult to any god that might be listening.
I was enrolled in a Catholic elementary school. We began every school day by attending Mass. At the time, Texas was suffering a prolonged and devastating drought. Consequently, we always recited a special prayer for rain.
I couldn’t understand why we were praying for rain. It made no sense to me whatsoever.
I remember asking the num who was our teacher why we were praying for rain. She looked at me as if I were an idiot and replied, “because it’s been incredibly dry around here and we need the rain!”
Her voice dripped with even more derision and condescension than usual for a holy woman speaking to an innocent child.
But I suspected that this sanctimonious bitch who was dressed as if she were trying to impersonate an automobile tire (black with white sidewalls) had seriously misunderstood my question. I knew it was dry as a bone. I understood that we needed rain for our lawns and for the local farmers and ranchers. My question was really “Why are we bothering Almighty God with this?”
I had been taught that the Supreme Being was omniscient. That being so, God already knew damn good and well that it had been a long time since it rained in Texas anywhere nearly as much as it usually did. Moreover, it had already occurred to me that the lack of rain was no accident. After all, everything happened in accordance with God’s “Devine Plan.” So our just and loving Heavenly Father was subjecting Texas to this devastating drought intentionally!
I couldn’t help but wonder, would Good God Almighty take offense at our prayers for rain? Would He, in His infinite wisdom, interpret our prayers for an end to the drought as evidence that we thought His “Devine Plan” was, far from being Devine, actually just a monumental fuck up that required urgent revision?
I knew it would rain whenever Our Heavenly Father thought the time was right in accordance with His Devine Plan and not a moment earlier.
Rather than join the other bleating sheep in their mindless prayers for rain, I just kept quiet and hoped God Almighty had a sense of humor and wouldn’t take offense at this profound display of arrogance and contempt for His painstakingly crafted Devine Plan.

