I used to be a Christian in my teens, and I was a Mormon for a while in my early 30s. I used to pray, like all those around me, but I found that none of our prayers was being answered. Wars didn't come to an end, people didn't stop commiting crimes, the hungry didn't get fed. And this despite Jesus saying that whatsoever you prayer for in my name I will give you. So these days I follow the maxim: one pair of hands in action is worth a thousand pair of hands clasped in prayer.

There was a time in my life when I hurt really badly. I hurt really badly that I tried to kill myself. Before doing that I begged God to help me. He didn't. I have to wonder why. Doesn't He care? Isn't it part of His plan? I just don't know. It's all rather depressing.