Prayer has always seemed weird to me, even when I was a believer, and I'm now atheist; I don't even say "bless you" when someone sneezes because I feel it would be hypocritical to invoke the blessing of a deity I no longer believe in, preferring to say "gezundheit" (sp?) instead. This has long been a bone of contention between my wife and I, to a greater or lesser extent, usually lesser.
When I did pray, I felt ridiculous doing it-after all, god supposedly knows our every thought, so what could you possibly have to say to him? And the prayers I heard others say when the occasion called for it were no better, I always had secretly cynical thoughts about the wording or phrases used... "Lord, we would ask that this food nourish our bodies" etc etc... My inner self said, well if it's nourishing food, it will, if it's junk food, it won't, what's the point of saying such an inane thing? (And yes, it tasted the same whether prayed over or not, loved that comment, lol.)
I can still vividly recall once when I was a child, awaking early for some reason or other (about 4 am, my father worked construction most of his life and usually had to get up VERY early to head to work) and happened to enter the living room where my father was down on his knees praying in the dark. I hadn't known until then that this was his usual routine, and at first I thought something was wrong, maybe he dropped something, or wasn't feeling well... I asked if I could help, or was he ok, something along those lines, and he just ignored me...to this day I'm not sure if he was so engrossed that he didn't hear me, or if he purposely ignored me because I was interrupting. I remember standing there for a minute or so, with no idea what to do, until I realized no answer was forthcoming, and quietly backed out of the room. Left me with an eerie feeling, and somehow left out, I suppose.
"sounds like a Verision commercial...Can you hear me now?" - loosie
That reminds me of a joke I heard once...something about an Italian priest and an Irish priest trying to out boast each other over who was more devout, the Italian priest brags that there is a longdistance phoneline direct to god in the Vatican, the Irish priest responds "oh yeah, we've got one of those too, but from Dublin it's a local call".