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Dialogue with God

Blogger’s note: I found this amazing way of meditating on, reflecting on and praying of 

The Lord’s Prayer

by Flor McCarthy SDB

Author’s note for effects: The Most effective way of presenting this dialogue is as follows. Choose a stranger, or at least un unfamiliar voice, to play the part of God. Provide him with a microphone, and keep him out of sight. The person praying is at the Lectern. The words in italics are to be emphasised.

Me: Our Father, who art in heaven.

God: Yes.

Me: Did I hear a voice?

God: You did.

Me: Just as soon as I began to pray somebody interrupts me. I’d better start again. Our Father, who art in heaven.

God: Yes.

Me: You’ve interrupted me again.

God: But you called me. You said: ‘Our Father, who are in heaven.’ So here I am.

Me: Oh my God!

God: You sound surprised.

Me: Frankly, I’m very surprised. I didn’t really expect you to answer.

God: Oh, so that’s all the faith you have in me. Anyhow, now that we’ve made contact, what’s on your mind?

Me: To be quite honest, I haven’t given it much thought. I say the ‘Our Father’ every now and then. It makes me feel good.

God: Oh, so that’s what prayer is for- to make you feel good. I see, go on.

Me:  Hallowed be thy name.

God: Hold it! What do you mean by ‘hallowed’?

Me:  It means…Let me see…Hallowed?…Hallowed?…Good heanves, I don’t know what it means.

God: Do you normally use words you don’t understand when you’re talking to people?

Me:  No.

God: Well then, why do you do so when you’re talking to me? After all, that’s what prayer is- a conversation between me and you.

Me: Good point, Lord. By the way, what does the word mean?

God: It means ‘may it be honoured’ or ‘may it be seen as holy’.

Me: So what I’m really praying for is that your name might be honoured by everybody.

God: That’s the general idea.

Me: May I go on now?

God: By all means.

Me:  Thy Kingdom come.

God: What kind of kingdom have you in mind?

Me:  I’m not sure. All I know is that the world is in  a mess.

God: What kind of world would you like to see?

Me: I’d like to see everyone living in peace.

God: Do you live in peace with everyone?

Me:  Nearly everyone. However, there are a few people I’d like to strangle. There’s one neighbour whom I’d like to see emigrate to the North Pole.

God: But what about the trouble you cause? You’re no angel, you know.

Me: This  is starting to hurt, Lord. Aren’t we taking a bit too seriously?

God: But you did pray for my kingdom come. So why not begin with yourself? You do want to belong to my kingdom, don’t you?

Me: I do, but I’m not sure what it involves.

God: Ordinary people help to spread my kingdom by being kind, truthful, honest, just, and so on. In a nutshell, by doing my will.

Me:  Your will- that’s the next part of the prayer. May I go on then?

God: Certainly.

Me: Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.

God: ‘On earth’ presumably means your life too?

Me: Of course.

God: Well then, what are you going to do about it?

Me: How do you mean what am I going to about it?  Haven’t I just prayed about?

God: So you have. But I repeat:  What are you going to do about it?

Me: Actually I wasn’t planning on doing anything.

God: Oh, so that’s how it is. You pray for my will to be done. Then you sit back, fold your arms, and do sweet nothing about it. Let’s be practical for a moment. When last did you put yourself out to help another person? And what about that tongue of yours?

Me:  Stop, Lord! I’m no worse than anyone else. Still, I would like to be a better person.

God: Good! Things are beginning to look up. Praying could be dangerous you know.

Me: What do you mean?

God: If you took seriously you could end up a changed person. Continue please.

Me: [Looking at his watch] This is taking a lot longer than I expected. Normally I’m finished my prayers in two minutes flat. What’s worrying me is this: I’m supposed to meet someone at…[here name some well-known local pub] in five minutes. Couldn’t we finish this another time?

God: Finished in two minutes flat! Sounds like a rushed job to me. So you can’t wait. A minute ago you were praying for my will to be done. Now it’s your will that must be done.

Me:  Oh, well, I suppose I might as well go on.

Give us this day our daily bread.

God: What are you praying for now?

Me: For bread- at least that’s what the prayer says, isn’t it?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

God: Yes, but bread for whom?

Me: For myself of course.

God: For yourself? You don’t look undernourished to me. So what more do you want?

Me: Don’t get me wrong, Lord, I’m not complaining. I’m grateful for the many good things I have in my life. But I feel there is something missing. At times I feel very empty.

God: What you’re  experiencing is a spiritual hunger.

Me:  A spiritual hunger. I’m not sure  I know what you mean.

God: A human being has a soul as well as a body. The soul too needs food.

Me: I see.

God: Let us get on then with the rest of the prayer. I’m very interested in the next part of it. [brief pause]. Well, aren’t you going on>

Me:  I’m afraid of what you’ll say.

God: Why don’t you try me and see?

Me: Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

God: What about the mother-in-law?

Me: I knew you’d bring her up. Why, Lord, she’s the greatest b…b…bad person I’ve ever met. If only she’d mind her own business.

God: But what about your prayer. ‘As we forgive those who trespass against us’?

Me: Ah, Lord, be reasonable. Forgive her? Sure, I can’t even bear the sight of her. Boy, have I got plans for her. When I’m finished with her she’ll be sorry she ever crossed my path.

God: Oh, so it’s back to the old business of ‘an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.’ It’s a good thing everyone doesn’t think like you, or half of the world would be going around blind and toothless. I take it then that you’re not going to forgive her.

Me:  Honestly Lord, I couldn’t promise you that.

God: And yet you expect me to forgive you. You’re not going to forgive her- is that final?

Me: That’s final.

God: Well then, for goodness sake go off to…[name same pub as above] and don’t be wasting my time.

Me: Don’t cut me off, Lord. Wait a minute. Are you still there, Lord? [no reply] Look’s as if I’ve been cut off. I wouldn’t mind but I was just going to say that maybe I can forgive her after all…I can…I will…are you there, Lord?

God: I am.

Me:  Oh, good! You had me scared for a minute. I thought you’d cut me off.

God: I take it that you don’t like to be cut off.

Me: You bet I don’t.

God:  Well that’s exactly what you do when you don’t forgive. You cut the other person off from you, and you cut yourself off from me. So you are willing to forgive her?

Me: I’ve already forgiven her.

God: Good, let’s go on with the prayer.

Me:  Lead us not into temptation.

God: You know, that one always makes me smile.

Me:  Why do you say that, Lord?

God: Tell me something. When did you need me, or anyone else for that matter, to take you by the hand and lead you into temptation? Do you not walk into it of your own accord and with both eyes open? I mean, no one puts an obscene book or magazine into our hand. No one forces you to take that extra drink.

Me: Stop, Lord, I’ve heard enough. I get your point. Yes, there are times when I bring temptation on myself. But then there are times when it comes to me unbidden.

God: True, but temptation isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s a chance for you to prove your loyalty and maturity.

Me: So what should I pray for?

God: Pray for the strength to avoid the temptations you can avoid, and to resist the ones you can’t

Me: Sounds like  good advice.

God: You may go on now.

Me:  Deliver us from evil.

God: What have you in mind?

Me: I had a friend who was killed in a car accident. And another who died of cancer while still young.

God: You’re not blaming me, are you?

Me: No, of course, not.

God: You know, I don’t want those kind of things to happen.

Me:  Yet, when they happen, you hear people say: ‘It’s the will of God.’

God: It’s not my will that tragedies should happen.

Me: But could you not prevent them?

God: Your question is not one that can be answered in a few words. But let me say just this. I made the things of nature to follow the law of nature. I’ve got to respect that law. To people I gave the gift of free will. I’ve got  to respect their freedom.

Me:  Then you can’t guarantee me a life free from pain and struggle?

God: No, I couldn’t do that even for my own Son. However, there is something I will do.

Me:  What is that?

God: I’ll help you to cope with whatever evil comes.

Me: Lord, even if I have to walk through the valley of darkness,  I will fear no evil as long as you are with me.

God: Oh, I’ll be with you alright. You can count on that.

Me:  I will. Thank you, Lord. I’ve finished. That’s the end of my prayer.

God: We’ve had quite a chat.

Me:  We sure had.

God: Many people say prayers rather than pray. Now if in the course of our chat I’ve pointed out some of your faults, it’s because I care about you. I want you to be a better and a happier person. You can go now. But just remember this: In spite of all I said, I still love you just as you are.

Me:  Just as I am? Faults and all? Do you really mean that, Lord?

God: I do. I trust I’ll be hearing from you again soon?

Me: You certainly will.

God: Well then, let’s say ‘Amen’. 

Amen (together)


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