WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PRAY?"Our Father who art in Heaven...." "Don't interrupt me. I'm praying...." "Called you? I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our
Father who art in Heaven." "Did what?" "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 my duty done." "Hallowed be thy name." "By what?" "It means... it means... good grief, I don't know
what it means. How should I know? It's just part of the
prayer. By the way, what does it mean?" "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." "Sure, why not?" "Doing? Nothing, I guess. I just think it would
be neat if you got control of everything down here like
you have up there." "Well, I go to church." "Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of
the rest of those phonies at the church." "Oh, all right! I guess I do have some hang-ups.
Now that you mention it, I could probably name some
others." "I haven't thought about it until now, but I
really would like to cut out some of those things. I'd
like to, you know, be really free." "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." "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." "I'm scared to." "I know what you'll say." "Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin
against us." "See I knew it! I knew you would bring her up!
Why she's told lies about me, cheated me out of money.
She never paid back that debt she owes me. I've sworn to
get even." "I didn't mean it." "No, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even.
Boy, have I made some plans for ol' Mary! She'll wish she
never did me any harm." "You can? How?" "But Lord, I can't forgive Mary." "Oh, you're right! You always are. And more than
I want revenge on Mary, I want to be right with You. All
right! 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. Some way, some how, show her the right
way." "Hmmm... 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't
remember. Maybe I won't be so tired from now on because
I'm not getting enough rest." "Oh, alright.... And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil." "What do you mean by that?" "I don't understand." "Yes, and I'm ashamed Lord. I really am." "Well, when the woman next door saw me backing
away from the neighborhood bar. I'd told my wife I was
going to the store. I remember telling you, 'Lord don't
let her tell my wife where I've been. I promise I'll be
in church every Sunday.'" "I'm sorry Lord, I really am. Up until now I
thought if I just prayed the Lord's prayer everyday, then
I could do what I liked. I didn't expect anything to
happen like it did." "Oh yes.... For Thine is the kingdom and the
power, and the glory forever and forever. Amen." "No, but I'd like to know. I want to please You.
I can see what a mess I've made out of my life, and I can
see how great it would be to really be one of Your
followers." "I did?" "Lord, let's see what we can make of me,
OK?" ©1977, Clyde Lee Herring, 2938 East 84th St., Tulsa, OK 74137
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