a random memory floated to my head… i remember during christian camp, like in grade seven or eight, me and my brother were putting coins into a vending machine and getting the money back so we could collect special looking quarters. after failing to get any special coins, we prayed to god, and lo and behold the next coin was different. we went apeshit, and our faith was restored. looking back on that, it seems silly that in our hearts we believed this was an act of god, but faith doesn’t need logic or reasoning, it just needs rejuvenation from time to time. i’m glad i’m not in that mindset anymore, though i know many people still are. it’s just weird as an outsider to look at these people, knowing that i was kinda like that for a bit.