And I am forever praying.
And you are forever praying.
I could say that each of us is forever offering our thoughts - mindful or mindless, with great intention or with no intention - to the impartial and limitless creative potential of the universe for its recognition and response.
And if you can entertain such an idea, the only appropriate question becomes, for what do you pray?
Now, the answer is inherently obvious when we kneel at our bedsides during the darkening hours and bless our many loved ones and rattle off the details of our endless wish lists to Santa God.
But the answer is dangerously elusive during the remaining 23 hours and 59 minutes of the same day.
For it's common for a man to kneel at the bedside and pray for money, but then attend the family reunion only to indulge his worthlessness.
And It's common for a woman to kneel at the bedside and pray for love, but then meet a date only to defend her defects.
And it's common for one to kneel at the bedside and pray for creative self-expression, but then drive to the office only to argue for one's limitations.
Yes, you pray for what you perceive yourself to want. But you pray harder for what you perceive yourself to be. And the spiritually wise always seek to reconcile the two.
So dear God, in all matters let our first prayer be for a consciousness which is equivalent to the limitless good which you have already so generously made available.