If I Google the word, “Prayer“, I’m greeted with oodles of sites that offer 24/7 prayers to anyone requesting them. Again, if I Google “What is prayer?” I again get some very interesting results, like, “Prayer is the practice of the presence of God.  It is the place where pride is abandoned, hope is lifted, and supplication is made.” See:

Or, “Prayer is a communication process that allows us to talk to God!” See:

I doubt that there is a person on this planet who hasn’t, almost on a daily basis, initiated a deliberate prayer-ritual, or just silently  prayed for something–wished for something to use that word, if the word, “prayer” bothers you. But, why is it that, most of the time when we pray, it’s because we’re either super elated and want to give thanks, or we’re desperate for help. Shouldn’t prayer be a daily ritual in our lives? I mean, if our prayers are mostly a thank you when we’re feeling really  good, or a supplication–petition, when we’re desperate or in need of help, isn’t that sort of, like, saying, “ God, when you’re really good to me I’ll thank you, and when I’m in need of your help I’ll call you. In the meantime, stay out of my life.”

I’m going to assume that most of my readers who are reading this blog are parents, so I ask, if one of your kids developed an attitude like this, how would you feel? How would you deal with a child that recognizes you only when lavish gifts on him  or when he’s desperate?

We know that, as a parent, we are more pleased with the child that is grateful for what they already have, and are inclined to often give ‘a little extra’ than requested. God–the universe–works much in the same way.

The Universe loves gratitude–genuine gratitude.





About Albert Schindler

I was born on the 27th of February, 1931, on a farm near Hubbard, Saskatchewan. As far back as I can remember I had a spirit that would not stay earthbound. In junior high, I remember taking first place for a short story in which I described my terrifying encounter with a dinosaur. In outer space – that is, when the teacher wasn’t directly speaking to me, I went where Buck Rogers wouldn’t dare go. I was more of a Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes type of guy, with my own, personal, very powerful, transmogrifyer always at the ready. In my ‘teens and twenties, I pushed aside my Calvin alter ego in favour of making a living and didn’t take seriously again my ‘writer’s bug’ until my late 30s. I still saw that the world as full of exciting things to learn and investigate, which my writing reflected in the several articles and a couple of short fiction pieces that I wrote and sold, including over 30 children’s radio plays for Alberta’s ACCESS Radio. Unfortunately, I abandoned my budding writing career in favour of starting my own business as a sign painter. Now that I can officially call myself ‘retired,’ I plan to resume my writing career, only this time, writing mostly fiction. Why fiction? I have lead a great, adventurous life in which I made many mistakes (the ‘adventure’ in life), that have taught me some very important lessons and allowed my spirit to grow to unimaginable proportions, inconceivable to me while still in my thirties. In fiction, I believe, one can adventure into both the inner and outer consciousness of man and the universe to infinite levels where only the boldest dare peak. Convention holds that article writing has to be factual – oh, you can be creative in how you present your information, but ‘fact’ (whatever that means) still must have its parameters in article writing, whereas fiction is limited only by the size of a writer’s spirit, and so far, I haven’t been able to fathom my limit.
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