I am glad Bob found his keyboard. It is not that he lost it really. But, it has been sparingly used until lately. We have not had a four year-old around our house in quite a long time. In a little more than four years we will enjoy the brisk little feet of a grand-daughter that age. Until then I will vicariously remember the fun and wit of those little ones. Here is a recent offering from Bob’s keyboard in concert with the wit and wisdom of his Jane.
“Thank You for all we do for You.”
My four year-old daughter Jane is a theologian of surprising insight. Case in point- her reworking of familiar prayers into postmodern homages to man’s insatiable desire to control the divine.
For example, her rendering of the Lord’s Prayer (this is actually how she prays it):
“Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be my name
My kingdom come
My will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us some evil… ”
And so on.
Also, last night’s dinner prayer was especially penetrating: “Dear Jesus, thank You for this food and also for all we do for You…”
In all seriousness, I think more often than we’d like to admit, even if it doesn’t come out consciously, this is still our attitude, isn’t it?