OUR NOT MY

The preacher asked us to keep our eyes open when we prayed The Lord’s Prayer one Sunday.

She also asked us to hold hands with the persons standing next to us. People at the central aisle in the sanctuary even stepped out into the aisles and reached hands across to the other side.

She said not to bow our heads as we prayed, but to look around at the others. She invited us to listen to as much as to speak the prayer.

It was not the normal way we prayed together.

Then she led us in praying The Lord’s Prayer together. Together.

It hit me in a most powerful way that Jesus did not teach us to pray “My Father” but rather to pray “Our Father”

Holding hands, eyes open, looking around, seeing the others, hearing their voices with mine, deepened the power of that prayer forever for me.