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This Day

Matthew had some strong ideas about prayer. It is in his book that we find the Lord’s Prayer, also known as “The Swiss Army Knife of Prayers.” This particular prayer, according to Matthew (who should know about such things), is the Alpha and the Omega of prayers. He stresses this when he writes in Matthew 6:9-6:13, “After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven….

Of late, and for obvious reasons, I’ve become more likely to pray than to curse. Indeed my new program is to swap a prayer for a curse whenever I find I’ve slipped into the cursing mode.

In a world that is accursed putting more curses into it is never a good idea. We are full up at present. No shortage of curses that I can see. Still, slipping into the cursing mode is easy to do in today’s world. We’re encouraged to do it by the very nature of the secular society.

Add to that my thirty year stint in New York City where the standard reaction to almost any event is either a curse that involves the middle initial of the Savior (Just what does that “H.” stand for anyway?), or the invocation of unnamed males who have an affinity for crude sex only with females of the motherly persuasion, and you’ve got, when it comes to my ability and propensity to curse, one crude mother….

It’s a bad habit and one that I am trying to break. One way is, whenever I catch myself in an angry cursing moment, to recite a prayer instead. And the goto prayer in these multiple moments is always the Lord’s. It’s brief. It’s beautiful. I can say it at high speed and by rote.

Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day…

The Lord’s Prayer also has a hidden benefit. It has, at is core, one simple but profound request:

“Give. Us. This. Day.”

That’s it. That’s the real core of all prayers. That is the one request of the Lord without which nothing else matters. That is what all our past, lost days flow towards and which all our future hoped-for days flow from. Without the gift of “This Day” the ones that have passed have no meaning and the ones that are to come have no potentiality. Both are but abstractions or, as the poet has it:

What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

Which is a fancy way of saying that without the gift of this day being given all else is lost. Secular thinkers speak of this as being “in the now” as if “being here now” was all that it took to be really alive.

I lived in that popcult fauxworld for years before escaping and, looking back, I seem to remember it not as replete with luminous headlands overlooking the sea, but as the shadowlands that loom beyond a darker border. It was neither a gift nor a curse, a burden or a blessing. It simply was and, as a result, was rather unremarkable.

That secular world originated out of nothing, out of the limited imagination of the noosphere and, with no reach beyond itself, existed closer to the Alpha than to the Omega. It had, as secular things often do, a tangle of bright, shiny deceivers clustered around it like gnats outside a privy, but when you arrived at the center it had nothing to say about tomorrow, and very little to promise about this day other than that it would be roughly similar to yesterday. There was little inscape and no escape. Its “Now” was always the same day, neither given nor taken but simply existing. It was the kind of day in which the existence of the Human and the existence of Planaria were essentially equal. I, for one, would rather ask for my day than simply arrive in it.

Which is why, when I pray the Lord’s Prayer, I always pause — at the very least — when I come to the phrase, “Give us this day.” And in that pause I remember another phrase derived from scripture, “Tomorrow is not promised.”

I once knew that phrase, “Tomorrow is not promised,” in a rather dry, academic, vaguely poetic manner. Now, having had my all my tomorrows removed and then miraculously restored, I understand the phrase down to the marrow of my bones. Coming into this day I always ask “Give us this day.” Departing the day I find I return to the early litanies of childhood, “I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake….”

But then, so far, I do wake and I continue in my project to replace curses with prayers. I’m not very good at it yet. Still fairly shaky. Then again, as another poet tells me,

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

The Lord give me (and give you) This Day.

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  • bob sykes December 31, 2017, 4:37 AM

    Always, you teach me something new. This is my favorite blog. I got the reference to Eliot (The Poet) and to de Chardin, both of whom I first read 50 years ago, and still read, but I missed the Roethke quote. I actually have his poems, but they are unread. Now they will be.

    Happy New Year to you and yours.

  • Suz December 31, 2017, 4:49 AM

    I try to say the Lord’s Prayer on awaking every day. I love the phrase “the Swiss Army knife of prayers”. Happy New Year, Gerard. May you live many more years and I will read every day that you write.

  • Ralph Kinney Bennett December 31, 2017, 5:00 AM

    Thank you for this, Gerard. Thank you. And then, too, there is that wonderful turning point in this prayer — “forgive us our trespasses AS we forgive those who trespass against us…”. That’s not God’s suggestion. That’s an order. And a hard one to obey. It’s almost as if you have to be filled with a new spirit to do it. Hm-m-m. Thank you for being here. For sharing the riches. Happy New Year.

  • Chuck December 31, 2017, 5:34 AM

    I too thank you for your comments on the Lord’s Prayer and they could not have come at a better time. Pope Francis, concerned about “lead us not into temptation”, wants to change those words into something more…I know not what. Of all the Popes I’ve known since Pius XII, he is becoming my least favorite. I knew his choice would be bad for the Church. And he keeps proving my premonition.

  • Kathryn of Wyoming December 31, 2017, 6:46 AM

    Such a lovely essay and I think of your thoughts on prayer often. Especially ‘Give us this day’ and ‘now I lay me down to sleep’. Thank so very much.

  • Howard Nelson December 31, 2017, 6:59 AM

    And our uplifting obligation? From whatever deep midwinter, to give one’s heart (what’s a heart for if not for-giving).
    ‘For it is in the giving that we receive,’ Frankly teaching.

  • Missy December 31, 2017, 9:42 AM

    I never liked or understood the language “our trespassers” in the Lord’s Prayer, having recited it thousands of times at my Episcopal schools for 12 years. Then recently I “got” it. My heart was hardened against an adult rural neighbor who both threatened me and sprayed graffiti on my iron mailbox while intoxicated. Police were called, and charges were suggested, but I am alone here and did not press them. He was my “trespasser,” literally and figuratively. A few months ago I stopped at the word “trespasser,” mid prayer, and grabbed my bent burglar alarm sign in hand. I found him in his shed, startled him and asked him nicely if he could straighten my sign post. I was afraid, but I was not afraid, too. His eyes welled up, to my amazement, and he both straightened the post and replaced some screws with “better screws.” No discussion of the ugly incident took place. I am certain now that all will be well. Thanks be to God.

  • ghostsniper December 31, 2017, 9:56 AM

    @Missy, clever.
    I’d rather have a friend, than an enemy.

  • John Venlet December 31, 2017, 12:17 PM

    Ghostsniper, though clever could be applied to Missy’s action, and the result, I think what actually occurred is Missy applied the greatest commandment; Love thy neighbor as thyself; with spectacular results.

  • Patrick January 1, 2018, 11:32 AM

    Gerard, mil grazie as always. Missy, thank you for responding to a great grace: your line ‘I was afraid, but not afraid, too’ will appear in this parish priest’s homily in 2018. An echo of ‘All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well,’ Julian of Norwich’s report of the words of Our Lord, artfully stolen by T. S. Eliot and incorporated into his Four Quartets. Joyful 2018!