Well, of course, it’s possible. But let me give you a little more insight into my thinking.
Imagine this: You suffer a loss of some sort. An acquaintance comes up to you to offer sympathy. He says, “That’s so awful. I’m going to go home and stare ambiguously at the refrigerator for an hour.” You: “Uh, okay.” The emotional intent is there, but the activity is basically meaningless. Maybe they say, “I’m going to buy a bowl of wax fruit and cover it in duct tape for you.” (Or if you’re a fan of Orson Scott Card, you could say you’re going to crawl back and forth in a large room and laboriously count the boards in the floor.)
The individual saying this certainly means well, but the activity he proposes to “make things right” doesn’t seem to bear any relationship to reality. I really don’t mean to be insulting here, but that’s what it’s like for me as an atheist: People tell me they’re planning to fervently speak Korean to their Hello Kitty lunchbox, or tie little bits of thread around the tops of a hundred blades of grass in the lawn, or whatever. My honest response is to say, well, okay, knock yourself out. I’m not angry or anything; it’s just a non sequitur.
I can’t really respond honestly, though, because I know it would be insulting to that individual’s deeply held beliefs, regardless of how senseless they may seem to me. I’m not one of those militant atheists who considers it a mission in life to disabuse those around me of their fantasies. People can believe what they want to believe, and as long as they don’t try to impose those beliefs on me, I won’t say a word unless I’m directly asked.
Telling me you’re praying for me isn’t imposing, necessarily, but it is handing me a mixed gift: In one hand is a well-meant expression of sympathy, which I appreciate, but in the other hand is a neon-pink wind-up sparking Godzilla made out of dried banana paste. They’re being offered as a unit, so it’s difficult for me – in that it feels dishonest – to show gratitude for something that includes an element so irrelevant to my worldview. Half of me wants to say thanks, and the other half wants to say, uh, whatever. Again, that isn’t an angry “whatever,” it’s the perplexed response to a senseless offer: “I think I’ll go poke a badger with a spoon.” So the two impulses average out, and rather than cause trouble, I respond with a noncommittal, “Okay.”
Does that make more sense?