Showing posts with label Lord's Prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lord's Prayer. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2020

A New Devotion - Us and Ours

Here's a new devotion that I wrote. You can find a recording of this devotion at the bottom of the page.

Luke 11:1-13

He was praying in a certain place, and after he had finished, one of his disciples said to him, "Lord, teach us to pray, as John taught his disciples." He said to them, "When you pray, say: Father, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins, for we ourselves forgive everyone indebted to us. And do not bring us to the time of trial."

And he said to them, "Suppose one of you has a friend, and you go to him at midnight and say to him, 'Friend, lend me three loaves of bread; for a friend of mine has arrived, and I have nothing to set before him.' And he answers from within, 'Do not bother me; the door has already been locked, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot get up and give you anything.' I tell you, even though he will not get up and give him anything because he is his friend, at least because of his persistence he will get up and give him whatever he needs.

"So I say to you, Ask, and it will be given you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. Is there anyone among you who, if your child asks for a fish, will give a snake instead of a fish? Or if the child asks for an egg, will give a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"

Us and Ours

About 90 minutes ago, I officiated a wedding at one of the overlooks in Pittsburgh. And even though it was a lot chiller than it was yesterday, since Notre Dame is playing Pitt in just a little while, the Goodyear Blimp was overhead and that was pretty cool (no pun intended) Anyway, during the service, right before they made their vows, I said the same thing I say in nearly every wedding I do. I had them look one another in their eyes and said to them, “I want you to remember this moment, because y’all are about to make your vows in the sight of God. And at that moment, everything is going to change. No longer will you be looking at the future as ‘me’ and ‘mine,’ ‘you’ and ‘yours.’ From that point onward, it’ll be ‘us’ and ‘ours.’” Now that’s what I said. And this is the reason: I believe those vows are the terms to a new covenant that’s being established. And once that covenant has been made, “the two will become one” and “what God has jointed together, let no one separate.”

And you know, based on what Jesus taught in the passage we just read, I think the same kind of thing applies to prayer. You see, Jesus didn’t teach me to pray for myself or for you or for them. Instead, I’m to pray for us:  for our daily bread, for the forgiveness of our sins and for God not to bring us to the time of testing. In other words, when I pray, I’m accepting that a covenant exists between myself, you and them. We have become one; we’ve become us. In other words, there’s a connection that exists between me and everyone else. And for that reason, for me to pray effectively, I really need to recognize those needs that exist beyond myself and my little circle of friends.



Friday, July 3, 2020

Sightings - When words collide

Bumping through the Lord’s Prayer

by Ken Rummer 
backlit sprinkler spray as picture of Lord's PrayerIn my pastoring days, I often invited the mourners at the graveside to join in praying the Lord’s Prayer. I suppose it was a vestige of Christendom culture, the assumption that most everyone there would know the prayer by heart, but in our rural town most did.
The recitation of the prayer gave those gathered a chance to participate, to place a verbal stone on the grave marker. Their voices sounded united and strong and full of faith, right up to the line that begins, “Forgive us…”.
You see, we tended to draw a mixed crowd for funerals. The desire to honor the dead and to support the family often overrode the taboo around entering a different church or hearing a different priest or minister. 
So when we prayed the Lord’s Prayer at the graveside and came to the petition about forgiveness, the Disciples would join the Presbyterians on debts, but the Methodists, the Lutherans, and the Catholics would veer off into trespasses, which was two syllables longer and threw off the timing, a difficulty only compounded by the variations in the next phrase that starts, “As we forgive…”.
It always felt awkward.
I tried cuing the words at the beginning. I tried teaching confirmands an ecumenical common-text version. I tried speaking the word debts more softly and giving extra time for trespasses.
Still awkward.
It used to bug me. Why can’t Christians pray the same Lord’s Prayer? 
But then I made a pilgrimage to Geneva. (Not Wisconsin. Switzerland.)
Reformed churches predominated in the city of Calvin, but a few other brands had a presence. I attended worship at one of those, a Lutheran church, if memory serves.
The majority of the liturgy was in English. Though not the first language for many attending, in a city of global commerce and world diplomacy, it was a language most had in common.
When we came to the Lord’s Prayer, the pastor invited us to speak the prayer in the language we first learned it. And we did. In Norwegian and German and Portuguese and Spanish and Korean and Arabic and Swahili. This was no minor scuffle between Methodists and Presbyterians over trespasses and debts. This was a major linguistic mashup.
And it was beautiful. Holy and unexpected and beautiful. 
Like bird song and frog chorus overdubbed with the music of cicadas just emerging after 17 years underground. Like “Halleluja” and “Thank you, Jesus” stirred into glossolalia praise. Like a choir drawn from every people, tongue, and nation.
Goosebumps. 
The Presence present.
I decided that if God could bless the Our Father prayed in all those languages at once, I could quit stressing about traditional differences in the wording. 
So now I like to invite folks to pray the prayer using the words they know best.
It doesn’t tend to be tidy. But it does draw us together and take us back to Jesus and aim our hearts toward God.
And the word bumps? I’m trusting God to sort them out.
Ken Rummer writer
Ken Rummer, Teaching Elder PCUSA, Honorably Retired
Ken Rummer writes about life and faith from the middle of Iowa by the High Trestle Trail. Previous posts are available at http://presbyterianmission.org/today/author/krummer 

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