Oh, Great (pet name for the ultimate), I know my beliefs are preposterous, the metaphors of the profound of other times, misheard, misunderstood, and both ingenuously and disingenuously misquoted. I know they are no less preposterous than any other belief or lack of belief, but they provide me with comfort, and an imperfect but useful compass to help me steer my life. Grant me the grace of doubt, help me to refine my faith, keep me from imposing it upon the world, and, particularly, keep me from the error of using your scripture to justify itself. In (alternate divine incarnation)'s name (optional). Amen
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