Agnostic Agnostic When I was a kid they made me pray.

There was a war on at the time, so the main bargaining point in any prayer-deal was that if I was goo... not as bad... God must let our side win. Which, fair doos to the bloke, he did. However, another part of the deal fell down badly, because I asked him to, Bless all our soldiers, sailors and airmen and keep them safe. This last bit didnt come off. I knew that because, every day, our local rag sported a list of the latest hometown war-dead. So, for me, God fell at the first post and I matured into a potential agnostic. As time went by I developed a cynicism for the very idea of prayer. Its ridiculous, I thought, for me, a grown man, to expect another grown man, i.e. God, to sit there, up in the sky, and hear and understand every prayer, in every language, that comes bellowing out of his loudspeaker from every quarter of the globe. Even madder, I thought, is to expect this guy to attempt to fix everyones problems at the same time. With those words, I closed the book and became a fullyfledged doubter. But hang about. Heres me, today, wandering around my personal neck of the woods, and asking my satnav, in my language, to, Guide me, to some obscure alleyway in some one-horse town that even my neighbours havent heard of and it does. And, I presume that, at the same time, millions of other people are, in their own language, asking similar questions about their space in their part of the world, and getting... Guidance. Now, as an agnostic, my argument has always been, Ill believe it if you prove it. So, true to my beliefs, I think Gods a satellite.