Easter and Thanksgiving. The two holidays that our family gathered at my grandparent’s house and prayed aloud The Lord’s Prayer.
I remember those special days so clearly—my giggling cousins sitting near, the huge spread of food, and the comfort of a place that felt like home. All eyes closed, with the exception of mine to look up and see if anyone was noticing that I didn’t actually know the words, we recited in unison the verses in Matthew 6.
Somehow along the way, I guess through repetition, I memorized that powerful prayer. Several years later when I came to know Christ, and actually discovered what those beautiful words meant, I realized the spoken words initiated by my grandfather planted a seed in me that would be harvested in full return one day.
Although it sounds dramatic, that prayer may have saved my life, and now, I find myself hoping the truth of it will save my grandmother’s.
While my grandfather passed away ten years ago, my grandmother is still alive and well, except for the use of her legs. And that home where we shared so many wonderful times sits empty awaiting her return.
This past Sunday when I spoke with her on the phone she asked for a miracle. Unfortunately, I am not completely convinced that she believes that the Lord would give her a miracle, but what I do believe is that she was asking me to plant a seed of faith in her.
This, then, is how she should pray:
Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.