|Yes, that's my hand and my keychain Magic 8-Ball.|
Sure, my stubbornness has something to do with it--don't tell me I can't walk!--but knowing there's no one out there who's going to make things better makes me do it for myself.
I realize that believers find praying to God comforting. And they keep waiting and waiting for God to pick up the message.
I guess he screens his calls.
A famous large study of heart patients showed that patients who knew they were being prayed for actually did worse than those who weren't prayed for.
But like people relying on Magic 8-Balls, believers keep shaking that ball, waiting for it to say something other than...
ANSWER HAZY TRY AGAIN
They've all heard the canard that God helps those who help themselves--I wonder why that is?--but they still wait for the great big genie in the sky to make it better for them.
CONCENTRATE AND TRY AGAIN
But since I don't believe there's anyone up there, I know I have to rely on myself. My recovery won't happen on it's own.
IT IS CERTAIN
And there's a comfort in knowing that I have my fate in my own hands. The faithful are always excusing life's misfortunes by saying God works in mysterious ways.
BETTER NOT TELL YOU NOW
Well, I don't have some fickle deity deciding to give me yet another bout of Legionnaires' disease because he woke up on the wrong side of the cloud.
MY ANSWER IS NO
I slowly weaned off prednisone early last year , so I'm no longer as immune-suppressed as I was. (My methotrexate also has immunosuppressive properties, but it's not coincidental that I haven't had a bout of pneumonia since I went off prednisone in late January of 2015.)
IT IS CERTAIN
I'm continuing to exercise on the stationary bike six times a week and hike once a week, not to mention my physical therapy exercises. I keep escalating the difficulty of the hikes. Indeed, the hike this Monday at Rocky Peak Park was the hardest yet (post and Tumblr link are forthcoming).
When I was a toddler, I had a shoestring with some large beads. I would chew on the ends of the lace, so they were rather frayed. I couldn't get one of the beads on, and I was getting red in the face with frustration. My mother took it from me. She was about to string it on for me when I grabbed it back, and said, "Me do it!"
I'm still like that when I feel frustrated. But when I see myself climbing new heights, I can say,
"Me did it!"
Will I recover the rest of my physical abilities without recourse to a higher power?