Our Father…

I woke up exactly 12:46pm this afternoon. That was a good 12-hour sleep. Something I haven’t had in a long time.

I had a conversation with a friend via IM, Saturday evening. We were joking about ‘defiled beds’ and praying on such beds when I hinted that I wasn’t a Christian. Her response – “that’s very foolish”. Then next thing – “1 more person I need to pray for”. LOL. Maybe I dont know how things work but I’d like to think if I were God, I would dis-own such a Christian. But then, that’s probably why I’m not God… or probably a reason why there’s no ‘God’.

Now, dont get me wrong. I’m not atheist. I was brought up in a Christian home. My dad was a priest, and my mum was a chorister. We attended Deeper Life Bible Church. I still respect some of the church’s values even though I don’t actively attend it anymore – the numerous reasons for this will be discussed some other time. At some point anyway, I had to stop in my religious tracks, and try to see things from the other side of the fence.

So I woke up 12:46pm and didn’t actually get up till about 3 hours later. My laptop was on the bed (was on facebook before I slept off), so I checked my facebook notifications, replied emails, checked up on what those I follow on Twitter were up to, and started reading Heroes spoilers. Basically, my ‘weekend’ ended right after that cos I was back to work in no time. At least, I had a good night rest in a long time.

The day is over already. Tomorrow is Monday. Guess its time to say that goodnight prayer. Getting rusty these days, but I recollect prayers start with “Our Father…” Goodnight!