| My wife's a great pray-er. Far be it from me to scorn the practice, because it spares the practitioner the impression of being alone and helpless in a cold universe.
Remember that religion in the Kurt Vonnegut novel: The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent? That's closer to my own view, but there are no atheists in foxholes, as they say.
The wife's an Italian Catholic. They'll request divine intervention for the damndest things -- totally mundane (good weather for tomorrow's picnic, whatever).
I don't think this subject lends itself to rational discussion, from either point of view.
"I wish I was as cocksure of anything as Tom Macaulay is of everything."
-- Viscount Melbourne |