This Friday a biopic of JRR Tolkien, author of the Lord of the Rings, will hit theaters. I am skeptical about the film, but it is hardly undeserved. Plenty of storytellers, JK Rowling, CS Lewis, George RR Martin, Stan Lee, George Lucas, have constructed fictional worlds that are remarkably insightful and immersive. But Tolkien remains in a class of his own, a genius without par.
But as tragedy continues to strike unabated by our prayers, it might be nice to ask why we pray. If we pray, and nothing seems to happen, why keep praying? At what point does our faith become insanity, repeating the same thing and expecting different results?