Our father in heaven ….
Today is a good day to pray the Lord’s Prayer. When I was
younger, I used to resist the idea of praying written prayers. During the seven
years Debbie and I battled cancer prayer become work, I am sorry to say. I don’t
know if I can explain this adequately, but we gradually developed “battle
fatigue” and got weary of desperate prayers. At the same time, in some
mysterious way, our faith in God’s providence deepened and strengthened. By the last two years of Debbie’s life, we
became quiet. Our morning prayer together (the most treasured 30 minutes of our
day) was most often spent in silence, sipping our respective coffee and tea.
During that time, two written prayers became precious to us.
One was St. Patrick’s Breastplate (which I never quite succeeded in
memorizing). I developed a hobby of carving Celtic crosses drilling a hole in
the bottom in which I would place a rolled up copy of St. Patrick’s prayer.
The other prayer was the Our Father. It was the one simple
prayer we would pray in unison every morning together. It says it all.
Sometimes we would add the short prayer of Jesus in the Garden, “Not my will but thine by done.”
I really miss those morning prayers with Debbie.
Our Father in heaven,
Reveal who you are.
Set the world right;
Do what’s best—
as above, so below.
Keep us alive with three square meals.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
Keep us safe from ourselves and the Devil.
You’re in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You’re ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes.
(The Message)Reveal who you are.
Set the world right;
Do what’s best—
as above, so below.
Keep us alive with three square meals.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
Keep us safe from ourselves and the Devil.
You’re in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You’re ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I have one of those wooden crosses in my china cabinet. It still seems so unreal that she is gone. Sometimes I go over and walk in the front door and expect to see her sitting on the sofa. Yesterday was hard. It is so difficult to understand how someone who had such an incredible love of life had to leave so early.
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