As a funeral director I may have heard 'The Lord's Prayer' "recited" more times than most of my readers and I often wondered whether people were really thinking about what they were "praying". I used the word 'recite' because most times it was done so fast that nobody had time to think about the words they were praying. If we really believe that we are talking to God, Jesus, Creator of the universe,
The Lord (Ps. 23)
I have no doubt our prayer would not sound like a recitation. On that note, I thought I would share this today....
"When you pray that the will of God be done on earth as it is in heaven, envision conflict being resolved, marriages and families healed, truth told and people faithful to one another, initiatives that break through the vicious cycles of retaliation, and love that creates new community through forgiveness, reconciliation and peacemaking."
Glen H. Stasson, Living the Sermon on the Mount
I always thought weekends were for relaxation but this weekend happened so fast I'm not quite sure where it went! It helps to add two to the mix and especially two lively noisy people. I'm still not sure why meals are such a hectic time but they just are. Not only do they have to be made in a hurry they are eaten in a big hurry. There is no lingering over a cup of coffee after dinner because some people take the phrase "eating and running" quite literally. Rowan's usual comment to her Papa after eating is "Papa, you can get me!" as she takes off down the hallway. I'm not sure which part was more fun....making Valentine cards, playing tinkertoys, sliding in the park, movies, music, or church. I think maybe church was the most memorable. Declan decided to join us for the church service rather than go to Sunday School. We had a visiting speaker who had an accent Declan was not fond of. During the sermon he turned to me to whisper "I think he has some speech issues" and a few minutes later "I am going to have such a headache when this is over"! When the sermon was over and we were asked to stand for the final song he said loud enough for the people in front of us to hear "Well at least the talking part is over!" Interestingly as we were heading to the car Papa said "That accent was so hard to listen to I think I've got a headache!" Like Papa, like grandson?!
