At church this morning, the pastor preached about Thanksgiving. He told us about the 1965 movie Shenandoah, in which Jimmy Stewart played a farmer during the American Civil War. Stewart’s character was named Charlie Anderson, and he was trying to protect his family from the war. Charlie’s wife wanted Charlie to raise their kids to be Christians, so Charlie led the family in prayer at the dinner table. He said in the prayer that he and his family were the ones who produced that food through their own sweat and toil, but he thanks God for it anyway!
The pastor asked us if that was a good prayer. I told him after the
service that I respected the prayer for its raw honesty. Why should
Charlie Anderson say things that he does not truly believe? And yet, I
thought that the prayer did not consider certain important details: the
things that brought the food that were outside of Charlie’s control,
such as rain.
I have to respect honesty when it comes to religion. If someone has
problems with religion, why pretend? At the same time, there is a
superstitious part of me. We were watching Constantine on
Friday night. Constantine and Papa Midnite were doing a spell, and the
spell was not working. “It is because you do not respect the gods, and
that keeps them away,” Papa Midnite told Constantine, who, yes, did not
manifest a particularly respectful attitude towards these “gods,”
probably because he’s been around the block in terms of the spirit world
and just does not respect what he has seen! But, anyway, I have a
similar concern: does one keep God, God’s protection, and God’s blessing
away by being disrespectful to him? I don’t want to disrespect God.
If I have problems with him, I should express those to him respectfully.
And, yes, my superstition (if that is the right word) does lead me to
ask myself how exactly I envision God: what kind of God do I believe