The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all. ~Frederick Buechner

The Intimacy of the Lord’s Prayer


Sometimes I zip past the first line like a runner anticipating the sound of the gunshot to ring in the air signaling the start of the race. There are times I have to mentally come back and make myself start over because I mumble out the beginning in an almost unrecognizable language. As if my tongue took vacation and pronouncing a word was too much work. Let’s try this again . . . .

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Do you ever shoot past this important line? It must be important right? It’s the first line Jesus gave us to say in His effort to teach us how to do something with the utmost importance. I wonder how often we give it any more thought than say, the way we would address a letter. “I have this letter here, signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered . . . well, I just need to address it and then it will be ready. To¬† . . . . God. Done!” Not quite.
Actually like most things Jesus did and taught us to do it began with love and honored the Lord. Let’s look at that first line a little deeper. Our Father. Did you know that Father in this context can be translated into abba, a Hebrew word? No, not the band, although “Dancing Queen” does always get me in a good mood. Abba in essence and in the most pure English definition of the word means Daddy. Daddy. Papa. A term of endearment.
Think about how zombie-like we can sometimes read out the Lord’s Prayer. Our Father who art in heaven . . . . we sound like the butler from the Addams Family. Try and say “Daddy” with the same monotone feel. Difficult if not even a bit silly sounding, isn’t it? Let’s think about the Lord’s Prayer in context, the day it left Jesus’ mouth. I can’t imagine my savior speaking of the father in such dry connotations. I see Him with passion and excitement to be approaching the throne. So why aren’t we?
When are some times you heard the word Daddy used? Those of you who are fathers I’m sure are able to tell some heart-wrenching, smile-flashing, uplifting stories about when you first heard the word Daddy. I have yet to hear it as my son has only gotten to dadadadadadadada. I still love it.
So next time you follow in the footsteps of our savior I encourage you too approach it with zeal, passion, and excitement. Don’t be afraid to call God your Daddy. He yearns for your intimacy. He delights in your voice. God finds joy in your recognition that He isn’t just the one who gave you life but He holds your heart.
Dear Daddy,
Blessed be your name
Let your will and kingdom reside in my life
Thank you for this beautiful day
and for sending your one and only son to die on the cross for us
I speak out against any strongholds, demons, or acts of the enemy
because my life, heart, soul, and spirit is for you
For you are the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory.
Amen. Til’ next time.
Nathan Dodds
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