I really don't think I would.
The person I loved was dying. I begged the 'powers that be' for her life. I think when you are desperate you will do anything. She died. I didn't blame any supernatural beings although I did lost interest in life for a while.
I think it is situations where you are losing someone you believe is critical to you, you need a focal point for your despair. So you beg and plead and do all sorts of acrobatics in your head, mainly because you're a bit deranged at that stage. Am I proud of it? No. But I am honest with myself. It helped a bit at the time. Not the thought that there might be something out there that could help. Just the focal point.
Oddly enough, I begged 'gods' not a singular one. Weird, that.
Would I do it again? No, I don't think so. I don't think that happens more than once.
Imagine you're falling off a cliff. You scream, "HELP!". But you aren't really expecting someone to reply, or a big puffy hand to catch you. It's just the conditioning of the social animal in us to seek support from whatever is around us when we are desperate.
Nope. I was the only person in my family at my uncles bedside in the hospital not praying while he was dying from cancer.
Yeah, I think you have to be pretty desperate, to lose your mind. i should have mentioned the woman I lost was my partner.
I'm sorry for your loss, I hope you and your partner enjoyed the time you had together.
That was sweet, Jonathan. We had some great times, and I have no regrets, but thank you for that.
What I'd do depends on the situation, but none of the options that flash through my mind include prayer. If they were dying and it was just a matter of time - No, I wouldn't waste time praying. I'd spend that time enjoying their company while I still could.
I already have faced the loss of someone I love. I felt no more compelled to seek help from gods than I did to seek help from leprechauns or unicorns. I prefer painful truths over comforting lies. And the gods are lies.
That's one of the reasons I ran away from religion. My godmother was the most religious person I knew, she was like my 2nd mother. She was struck with brain cancer that just ravaged her and erased every bit of who she was. She died a week from my wedding day, and I can't see how "God" would take someone in such a cruel way, especially someone who believed in him so much.
I will never kneel to an imaginary being again.
No, at least not anymore. This is the kind of thing those disgusting clergy and salesmen of death prey on. They prey on a person's weak moment. Oh you'll convert when you're sick and on your deathbed. Oh you'll pray to Gawd when your child is sick. etc
You know, the same cunts who spread lies about famous atheists converting on their deathbeds.
Let me tell you a story.
One time... I indeed did fall victim to a moment of weakness. I was young, and because I had no religious upbringing, I didn't even know who or what to pray to. I was desperate, sad, in pain, angry.. but I knew about this concept of a deity. Someone or something all powerful that could grant wishes and stuff, it was strange to me. But I knew it was called god, and so in my thoughts I began to pray to this vague cloudy image of a god that I had. I prayed. I begged. Thought that if he would relieve me of the pain that I felt, I would pray to him everyday...
It wasn't anyone's death.
It was when I had some wicked diarrhea and my ass was sore from all the wiping. I was sitting on the toilet as I was praying. Yes, that was my weak moment. And after a day when it passed and my shit became solid again, I just flushed it down along with the idea of a god and all the promises I made to him.
Fool me once, fucker.
I've lost a few people since I became atheist, and prayer was never an impulse.
I would only make an allowance if a friend or relative who was dying wanted me to pray with them; in that case I would do it out of respect for them in their hour of need.