April (Dan) Feng | April 8, 2015
I love watching people pray.
The other night at dinner in Notre Dame’s South Dining Hall, I could not stop myself from staring at the guy beside me. Before he touched the meal in front of him, he closed his eyes and gently crossed his hands on the table. He whispered the grace, the corners of his mouth curling into a subtle, perfect smile. And I overheard him finishing his prayer in a whisper: “In the name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Thirty seconds of sincere prayer is all I need to grow a crush on a completely random guy.
Growing up in China, an atheist country, I never prayed before family meals. We didn’t pray before breakfast, lunch or dinner. In contemporary Chinese culture, religion is usually considered a bewitchment of the mind and faith is regarded as the illusion that you have someone to depend on. I am not an atheist myself, but I find it extremely difficult to believe.