When he was a kid of five or six years, Jimmy prayed every night. He would kneel down next to his bed and ask the Good Lord to please protect his mommy and his daddy and his brother and everybody.
When he was a twen of twenty-two or -three, Jimmy prayed occasionally to the Almighty, mostly when a fall was not going as planned, when he feared that he might have actually broken his foot or that the supposed mark was not a gullible as he thought.
When he was at his dad's funeral, Jimmy prayed for the first time in years the Lord's Prayer along with the others in church.
When he was awaiting his trial in prison at the age of twenty-nine, Jimmy prayed the first night in the cell with closed eyes and clasped hands and tears in his eyes and full of fear, begging wordlessly and promising His Redeemer to clear up his act.
When he was taking his bar exam, Jimmy prayed quietly to God Almighty to please let him pass, solemnly pledging a life on the straight and narrow.
When he was at Marco's funeral, Jimmy mouthed along to the Our Father while silently asking Christ to accept his friend into Heaven, not to look at the man's sins, but at his good and kind heart.
When he was in Tuco's van, gagged and bound lying next to the twins and teeth chattering with fear, Jimmy fumbled his way silently through the Confiteor, adding a wordless plea to God to spare the two idiots.
When he was Saul Goodman, he was to shameful to pray – although sometimes in his dreams when he was Jimmy again, he would find himself in strange cathedrals, gigantic, majestic and quiet, looking for a confessional only to find none.
When he became Gene, he had no hope left, but when drunk enough, he sometimes impotently closed his eyes and clasped his hands, only to find himself out of faith.