I was boxed into a corner when I was casually asked to say a little prayer in an event comprising of maybe a hundred people or so, where I am a stranger to majority. But I don’t hold any grudge against the individuals directly responsible for the trap. (LOL!)
My closest friends (and perhaps a few people at the office) know where I stand religion-wise and are aware I’ll be the last person you’ll ever call for an activity like this. But in the predicament that I was in, one needs to stand up to the task assigned. (Come on, do you tell everybody in the venue that you’re a crazy atheist? You won’t! Especially in this country where a lot of supposed Christians don’t even know what atheism truly means.)
One little detail though is the fact that I “prayed” in the way non-Catholic Christians would — no signing of the cross, no calling of saints or Mary or anybody else (I attended a Methodist university for so long I got used to praying the way the Methodists do) — although I forgot to utter that extremely important line “In the name of…” in the closing. On a personal level, although whatever I “prayed for” for in that particular occasion wasn’t directed to some invisible super dude, it was a sincere wish from my end for the parties involved.
However, a couple of like-minded friends would be ribbing me no end if they stumble upon this.