Our Father




"Our Father which art in heaven ..."

"Yes"

"Don't interrupt me. I'm praying."

"But you called me."

"Called you? I didn't call you. I'm praying.
Our Father which art in heaven ..."

"There ... you did it again."

"Did what?"

"Called me. You said, Our Father which art in
heaven. Here I am. What's on your mind?"

"But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know,
just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the
Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like
getting a duty done."

"All right. Go on."

"Hallowed be thy name "

"Hold it! What do you mean by that?"

"By what?"

"By 'hallowed be thy name'?"

"It means ... it means ... good grief! I don't
know what it means. How should I know?
It's just a part of the prayer. By the way,
what does it mean?"
"It means honored ...
holy ... wonderful."

"Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what
'hallowed' meant before. Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Sure, why not?"

"What are you doing about it?"

"Doing? Nothing, I guess! I just think it would be
kind of neat if you got control of everything
down here like you have up there."

"Have I got control of you?"

"Well ... I go to church."

"That isn't what I asked you.
What about your bad temper? You've really got a
problem there, you know. And then there's the way
you spend your money ... all on yourself.
And what about the kind of books you read?"

"Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of
the rest of those people at the church."

Excuse me. I thought you
were praying for my will to be done. If that
is to happen, it will have to start with the ones
who are praying for it ... like you, for example."

"Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups.
Now that you mention it, I could probably name
some others."

"So could I."

"I haven't thought about it very much until now,
but I really would like to cut out some of those things.
I would like to ... you know ... be really free.

"Good ... now we're getting somewhere!
We'll work together, you and I. Some victories
can truly be won. I'm proud of you."

"Look, Lord, I need to finish up here. This is taking
a lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day,
our daily bread.

"You need to cut out the bread.
You're overweight as it is."

"Hey, wait a minute! What is this ... 'Criticize me day?
Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a
sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups."

"Praying is a dangerous thing.
You could wind up changed, you know. That's what
I'm trying to get across to you. You called me,
and here I am. It's too late to stop now.
Keep praying. I'm interested in the next part
of your prayer ... (pause). Well ... go on!"

"I'm scared to."

"Scared? Of what?"

"I know what You'll say."

"Try me and see."

"Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin
against us."

"What about Ann?"

"See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up!
Why Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories
about my family. She never paid back the debt
she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!"

"But your prayer? What about
your prayer?"

"I didn't mean it.

"Well, at least you're honest.
But it's not much fun carrying that load of
bitterness around inside, is it?

"No, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even.
Boy, have I got some plans for that neighbor.
She'll wish she had never moved into this neighborhood."

"You won't feel any better. You'll feel
worse. Revenge isn't sweet. Think of how
unhappy you already are. But I can change all that."

"You can? How?"

"Forgive Ann. Then I'll forgive you.
Then the hate and sin will be Ann's problem
and not yours. You will have settled your heart."

"Oh, you're right. You always are. And more than
I want to revenge Ann, I want to be right with you.
Ann, I want to be right with you ... (pause) ... (sigh).
Alright! Alright! I forgive her! Help her to find the
right road in life, Lord. She's bound to be
awfully miserable now that I think about it.
Anybody who goes around doing the things she
does to others has to be out of it. Someway,
somehow, show her the right way."

"There now! Wonderful! How do you feel?"

"Hmmmm ... well, not bad. Not bad at all. In fact,
I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think
I'll have to go to bed uptight tonight
for the first time since I can remember. Maybe I
won't be so tired from now on because I'm not
getting enough rest."

"You're not through with your prayer. Go on."

"Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil."

"Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put
yourself in a place where you can be tempted."

"What do you mean by that?"

Don't turn on the TV when you know
the laundry needs to be done and the house
needs to be picked up. Also, about the time you
spend having coffee with your friends ...
if you can't influence the conversation to
positive things, perhaps you should re-think
the value of those friendships. Another thing,
your neighbors and friends shouldn't be your
standard for "keeping up with." And please
don't use me for an escape hatch."

"I don't understand the last part."

"Sure you do. You've done it a lot of times.
You get caught in a bad situation. You get
into trouble and then you come running to me.
"Lord, help me out of this mess,
and I promise you I'll never do it again."
You remember some of those bargains you tried
to make with me?"

<"Yes and I'm ashamed, Lord. I really am."

"Which bargain are you remembering?"

<"Well, there was the night that Bill was gone and
the children and I were home alone. The wind was
blowing so hard I thought the roof would go any
minute and tornado warnings were out. I remember
praying, 'Oh God, if you spare us, I'll never skip
my devotions again."

"I protected you, but you didn't keep
your promise, did you?"

"I'm sorry, Lord. I really am. Up until now I thought
that if I just prayed the Lord's Prayer every day,
then I could do what I liked. I didn't expect
anything to happen like it did."

"Go ahead and finish your prayer."

"For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and
the glory forever. Amen."

"Do you know what would bring me glory?
What would really make me happy?"

"No, but I'd like to know. I now want to please you.
I can see what a mess I've made of my life. And
I can see how great it would be to really be one
of your followers."

"You just answered the question."

"I did?"

"Yes. The thing that would bring me glory
is to have people like you truly love me. And
I see that happening between us. Now that some
of these old sins are exposed and out of the way
well, there is no telling what we can do together."

"Lord, let's see what we can make of me, okay?"

"Yes, let's see."

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