I’m Uncomfortable When You Ask Me to Pray

Marley K.
Marley K.
Sep 6, 2018 · 5 min read
Photo by Dan Gold on Unsplash

The people at the table grab hands. Someone at the table, a Christian (because thus far, they are the only ones that do this to me), anoints themselves as the leader of the table. They announce we are going to pray before we eat our meal. Everyone else at the table smiles.

Me:

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Marley K.

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Trying to make sense of the senseless. Teller of truth. I have opinions. I’m a Southern Raceologist. Lover of the living. I like coffee: www.ko-fi.com/marleyk

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