Superstition

 My college campus has a magic statue.

It's a long-standing tradition for students to rub it's nose for good luck.

My freshman roommate really believed in the statue's power...  ...and insisted on visiting it to rub it's nose before every exam.

Studying might have been a better idea. She flunked out her sophomore year. But the fact is we all have little superstitious things that we do.

If it's not believing in magic statues, it's avoiding sidewalk cracks, or always putting out left shoe on first. 

Knock on wood.

Step on a crack, break your mother's back.

The last thing we want to do is offend the gods.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Amen. 

 Amen.

Superstition lies in the space between what we can control...

and what we can't.

Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck.

No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck. But does saying it 33 times really help?

Is anyone really listening?

And if no one's listening, why do we bother doing those strange things at all?

We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers.

And that life works in mysterious ways.

Don't diss the juju...from wherever it comes.