A CONVERSATION WITH CONSEQUENCES

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Serialization of Neil’s Internationally Distributed Novel (Rust On My Soul) (Published by Bridge Press(1985)

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This is longer than most of my stories I share but I believe it will be worth the extra time it takes you to read it.

Why do you pray? Why bother? Why not just solve your problems with logic, mathematical calculation or scientific exploration? What is it about this continual talking to God that makes it so important?

Well, let me begin to give an answer by telling you a story that began many years ago, and then we will see where it takes us from there.

Picture, if you will, a little boy of five, leaning against his mother’s knee, her hand resting gently on his head. It has been a long day filled with so much new excitement.

Some things he has learned to do quite well, and others, he wonders if he will ever learn how to do them. He is growing up and it is not easy. Then her gentle voice, the voice of his beloved mother, begins to repeat the prayer he has heard so many times before, “Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed by thy name.”

He repeats it along with her. He is proud that he has learned it, though he does not understand all that he prays. Perhaps one day he will.

Time passes, as time will, and there is not time enough this morning to tell all that happens to him in the next four years, but now he is very sad for he is standing by a grave. His father’s grave. There has been a coronary… quick, unexpected, final.

Tears course down his cheeks and there, in front of everyone, he falls to his knees and without embarrassment prays: “Our Father which art in heaven…” and now the words have new meaning to them. For the first time he really understand what is that he is saying….”Our Father…my Father…oh, my father…”

More years pass and it has not been easy.

They have lost their home and live now in a tiny apartment. His mother leaves early for work and arrives back home late. He is eleven years old, tired and very angry at the world and what it has done to him, and even at his father for dying.

But he falls to his knees as he has been doing all his life, for without prayer he knows he is truly lost. “Hallowed be thy name….” he pauses. How can I be angry with God and pray these words, he thinks. And then he remembers some words that his Sunday School teacher taught him - Christ from the cross saying, “Father forgive them….”

And he sees Christ on the cross and it seems He is speaking directly to him…. “Father, forgive this young man and let him feel thy love and forgiveness for his anger. Bless him and make him strong.” And as the lad repeats the prayer, “Hallowed be thy name…” this time, for the first time, these words have real meaning.

Somehow he has survived.

Played on the high school football team. Earned his diploma. No money for college, so he has joined the army. And a place called Normandy becomes something more than just a place on the map. His best friend, this very day, has fallen as they both charged up the beach. Only a gasp, a strange puzzled look on his face and he was dead… and others are falling, too.

All around him is the horrendous noise of destruction and death, a cacophony of hell.
In the shelter of a wrecked tank, he falls to his knees and prays,”…. Thy kingdom come…. Oh Father, please… thy kingdom come soon, dear Father, please.” And for the first time these words have real meaning.

There are many terrible battles, and when the war is over there is the battle to just survive. Put food on the table for his new bride and then for the children that come one after the other.

And then one day, after all his loyalty and hard work, he is fired. He walks out of the office for the last time into a cold world. It is snowing. The sky is as gray and dark as his mood. And he hates. Hates like he has never hated before. And he knows it is a cancer that will eat him alive if he does not rid himself of it, so in the snow he falls to his knees to pray. But he can’t.

For a year he is filled with bitterness. He hates another human being, his former employer, with such passion he has lost his fellowship with God.

One afternoon, he stands in front of the house where his old boss lives. Sees the mansion, the expensive car, the landscaping…and what he feels in his throat is vile and bitter and uncontrolled.

Again he falls to his knees and he does not care who sees him. He thinks to himself, I will not rise until I can continue with the Lord’s prayer, and mean what I say.

Not until I can get beyond the words I have been unable to say, “Forgive us…” and he stammers, “Forgive us…” but the rest of the prayer sticks in his throat. It seems as if he has been on his knees forever, but in reality it has been a very small piece of time in the midst of eternity. “Forgive us…our debts as we forgive our debtors…”

And it is as if a thousand pounds have been lifted off his soul. So many times, over the years, he has prayed these words, but he has never really understood them, till now.

The last fifteen years have gotten better.

He has a new position of some stability. His salary is not large, but neither is it small. He remembers times that were infinitely worse. And then it happens. A challenge to his honor, to the respect he holds for himself.

A bribe is offered. Subtle, but still obvious. He is high enough up the corporate ladder to make the request come true. No one would know. But he has turned it down. Turned down what would have been enough money to assure his children’s college education, help with rising costs, buy that dream cottage in the mountains.

He could have built himself a monument of excuses and banked a small fortune. But he has not. And strangely, wonderfully, he feels better than he has felt in a long, long time. Again he kneels and prays, “...Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...” And for the first time he really understands.

Where have all the years gone? Grandfather he is now. No, even more – a great grandfather. And they are all gathered round his bed; children, grandchildren – echoes of his own growing up years. Eight decades and more have taken their toll, but he is not afraid. His body is tired, but his spirit is alive and well. His wife is holding his hands and softly crying.

“Don’t weep, my darling,” he says. “It has been a good life and I but go to a good and gracious Lord.”

And he begins to pray, “Our Father which art in Heaven…” and he thinks, Father, I’m coming I’m coming. “… hallowed by thy name…” For always now, dear Father, for always. “…Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.” for these left behind may it truly be Thy kingdom come. “Give us this day our daily bread…” You have provided well, Lord. “…Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…” Father, my sins are behind me.

His breathing is more difficult now and he is having trouble finishing the prayer. Someone finishes the last words for him, “For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever, amen.” And he smiles and his last breath comes and goes easily. He has prayed this prayer for the last time, but with joy in his heart, he finally, fully understands it all.

The Lord’s Prayer is a wonderful soul-serving, soul-saving prayer. It can change your way of living because when you talk to God, really talk to God, all kind of things can happen. But praying is also dangerous business.

Moses talked with God and ended up having to lead his people out of Egypt.

Saul talked with God and ended up with a monumental name change, for today we know him as Paul. And we know Paul as a spiritual giant.

The man in our story talked with God and one day it all fell in place.

It took a lifetime, but his last earthly words were to God and it was good.

“You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” Psalm 16: 11

Below are recent Titles on Neil’s other blog Wyrick’sWritings blog To read them go to Google and where it says “Google Search” type in “Wyrick’s Writings”

March 13 A MASTERPIECE OR A MESS?
March 9 DO YOU COURT DIVINE MADNESS?
March 7 WHAT IS A PRAYER FENCE?
Jan 20 THE LOUD SOUND OF SILENCE
Jan 12 WHAT IS SO DIFFERENT ABOUT STARS?
Dec 10 TAKE TWO ASPIRIN AND PUNT
Dec 3 GOD HAD A DREAM
Nov 11 LIFE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FOREVER,
Nov 4…AN UNEXPECTED HIGHWAY TO SUCCESS
Nov 1 …ARE YOU SNIFF AND SNUFF OR HEM AND HAW

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