My ophthalmologist/surgeon is a very nice, young (hell, they all look young to me now), personable guy.
Just before they rolled me into the OR he came over, leaned down, and said "I like to say a short prayer before each operation. Do you mind?"
Although I'm happy with folks believing whatever they want as to religion, I'm an atheist.
This, however, was not the time to go into that.
"I don't mind.", I said.
He said a short prayer asking for success and a good outcome for the procedure I was about to undergo. IIRC it was non-denominational, just to his god, no mention of Jesus.
I was a bit touched. In a way, it was kind of sweet.
But at the same time thought "Damn, I could have done without that." I want to believe that this guy is good because of his training, and intelligence, and expertise, and skill, and not because he thinks he needs some divine assistance in what he's about to do.
To me.
So they roll my gurney into the OR.
I had heard that many surgeons like music in the OR.
My guy was no exception.
It was a Christian music radio station.
(As you might deduce, we have many here in Alabama.)
Half way through the operation one of the nurses started softly singing along with a hymn. Another said "We sing that in church." and joined in.
Oh boy.
I have no problem with 'believers'.
Miz t. is a devout Episcopalian/Catholic Lite (lapsed Catholic...birth control, child sexual molestation, etc.).
We agree to disagree.
We've been happily married for 43 years.
She prays for me.
Fine.
Just a question:
If you were a non-believer, how would you have felt?