This poem is actually a several hundred year old Mennonite rendering of the Lord’s Prayer, meant to make it memorizable and recitable in a relevant way.  This has made it’s way to the board at our house.  I especially love the line “Free us, as we free.”.  Reciprocal freedom, not solely individual, nor solely communal but the magical paradox of intertwining of me and us.  Great prayer.  Let is be so.

Abba Father God, Bless your holy name.

Let your reign come now, Let your desires be carried out.

Bring your peace to birth, As in heav’n, so on Earth

Give us bread, daily; Free us, as we free.

When the way is hard, Be our guide and guard.

Your rule, power; and praise Reign supreme, always.


Let it be so.

“Gabriel, I just am overwhelmed by all the complaints. Ever since the rapture, our angelic complaint department has been over run. Even though John 14 is not talking about mansions in heaven, when the crowd of newest heaven arrivals found that out there were no mansions for them there was almost rebellion.

We heard it all…

“We were promised our own, individual mansions. I won’t leave until I get what I was promised. I’ve worked hard on that their earth. Do you need to go to the records office to examine my record. Do you know that I gave 10% of everything I owned to fund this project.”

So we made everyone individual mansions.

Funny thing is that almost everyone felt that their mansion was underbuilt. Those humans have this strange thought that their works would translate into the size of their mansion. One person even said, “If I knew this I sure wouldn’t have done all of those things on earth.” Another person said, “In capitalism, you get what you earn, you work hard you get more.”

Then the cries for fences came…

This is what one person said, “How do I know where my mansion land begins and ends? Remember I’ve worked hard to earn this. Having this is my right. I am just protecting what is mine.”

But Gabriel, what has really gotten my goat is the building requests for intercom systems. There are some people who are getting tried of the endless singing and giving glory. Some people are just complaining of being exhausted. One lady asked me, “When do I get time for me? When do I get to enjoy my mansion?” So thus the requests for the intercom and speaker systems and that way people can attend to their own wants and still be involved.

Funny thing Gabriel, I have not heard a peep from that group who robes where red with blood when they got here. We gave them new white robes and they bolted to the throne and I have not heard one thing from them since.

(the above is a satire on the absurdity of some of our popular views of heaven and how many of them reflect our culture and our thoughts rather than heaven’s culture and heaven’s thoughts)