Those of us who have come to make regular use of prayer would no more do without it than we would refuse air, food, or sunshine. And for the same reason. When we refuse air, light, or food, the body suffers. And when we turn away from meditation and prayer, we likewise deprive our minds, our emotions, and our intuitions of vitally needed support. As the body can fail its purpose for lack of nourishment, so can the soul. We all need the light of God’s reality, the nourishment of His strength, and the atmosphere of His grace. To an amazing extent the facts of A.A. life confirm this ageless truth.
It has become so ingrained in me that I doubt I could stop praying, let alone refuse to.
The prayers I habitually say and learn help remind me of an ideal. The prayers I say under pressure help me turn away from those excesses of negative emotion at least a little bit. Prayer instantly reminds me that I’m a human being with human happenings. It does not, for me, remind me that everything will OK and all things will be set right. I don’t believe those ideas to be true. I don’t feel that God watches out for me or over me anymore than he does anyone else, and bad things do happen to good people.
Prayer can remind me that I’m not in control. It can remind me of the ideal, “absolute” ways I seek to be, to move a little closer to being there.