Prayer“Pray to The True Rock,” they said.

So I prayed.

Sometimes it happened.

“See, The True Rock heard your prayer and answered.”

Sometimes nothing happened.

“You must not have prayed according to The Will of the True Rock” or “The True Rock is testing you” or “The True Rock is saying ‘Wait'” or even “It’s your fault, you need more Faith in The True Rock.”

Late at night, in the dark, huddled under the covers I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t prayed to The True Rock. But I couldn’t share those thoughts with them.

They would just tell me to pray about it.


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