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What Makes a Prayer a Prayer?

The other day, Paul, who is obsessed with the ABCs and sings the “ABC Song” a dozen times a day, said he’d say the prayer for lunch.

“This is the new prayer, Mommy.” And then, in the melody of the ABCs, he continued, “ABCDEFG, Thank you, God, for everything.”

“That’s not reverent, dear.” I responded. “We don’t joke about prayers. That sounds like the ABC song to me.”

“But that’s my prayer,” he insisted, frowning when I asked him again to say a proper prayer.

Today, when I dropped him off at preschool, I was telling his teacher about the ABC Book he made, and how he just loves the ABCs.

“Oh, we have a new snack prayer they just love,” she said. Then she sang the song I’d heard from Paul, except at the end it said, “Thank you, God, for feeding me.”

“Oh, I get it now!” I responded, “Paul had told me that but I hadn’t believed it was a prayer.”

“Oh, well, it has the ‘Thank you, God’ so it is the snack prayer,” she responded.

And since then, I’ve been pondering prayer. Does really saying “Thank you, God” make something a prayer? To me, a casual “Thank God” sounds like taking his name in vain. People say that all the time, and how often are they sincerely thanking him?

That said, everyone prays differently, and I certainly don’t believe God ignores sincere prayers. The Lutheran service that my son sang at during the fall was a “contemporary” service, with a rock band. Yet, I still felt the spirit as I listened to the pastor talking about how we can all be more loving to each other. Just because something is done with a different degree of reverence does not mean there is no spirit or sincerity.

But to my sensibilities, it is irreverent. In my home, I don’t want my son praying by singing an ABC Song prayer that sounds like it’s using God’s name in vain. I want him to bow his head, close his eyes, and pour out his own words of thanks to his Heavenly Father, speaking to him as the son of God that he is. I don’t want my son sitting at the piano, making up a melody for a song with the only lyrics being “God, God, God.” (He wanted to sing that for Family Home Evening this week.) To me, that is irreverent. I’d rather he sing of his relationship with his Heavenly Father through primary songs.

I just signed him up for his second year of preschool at the Lutheran preschool he’s been going to. Now I’m wondering if he’s just going to be confused. He’s already learned the distinction that, “At home I pray to Heavenly Father, but at preschool I pray to Jesus.”

Is learning reverence for our Heavenly Father, especially during prayer, something I should worry about? I do want him to learn the gospel of Jesus Christ correctly, and maybe the Lutheran influence will only confuse him.

Something New

I’ve combined my blog of Paul’s pictures, stories, and life into this one. I obviously struggle to post on the family blogs. It made no sense to have two.

I had wanted to make this page my own space, but since I also write extensively on a few public blogs, I feel I already have that space now. This blog will still have my personal ramblings, but it will also have the posts and pictures about Paul that I’ve imported from his blog.

I have some cleaning up to do and links to fix, but I do hope you enjoy having all of us together.

2011 Goal Number 1: Get in Shape

(Yes, I know I haven’t blogged about Thanksgiving in Utah, Christmas, Grandma’s passing and funeral, my birthday, etc. But here’s a post, so that’s something, right?)

A blogging friend says she’ll make resolutions after she’s already accomplished them, and I really like that idea. At any rate, here I am a month into the year and ready to admit to what I’m working on. I haven’t quit yet!

On the first of the year, I could barely do a push up. Now my goal is to keep it up: 30 each of push ups, sit ups, jumping jacks, and one leg hops (30 for each leg) both morning and evening. Yesterday morning, I spent about 30 minutes doing exercises and these exercises and I was sweating! My muscles, from the muscles in my shoulders to my glutes to my calves were burning and it felt so good.

My motivation comes from an outside source. I signed up for an exercise class through the park district. It’s a karate class. See, I figured yoga or kickboxing is just a once a week thing: but karate is something I have to be in shape in order to excel at. And to excel, there are stages to proceed through. My class is the 8 years old through adults class. There is a middle aged man and his 20-something son, and the other five boys are between eight and 12.  It’s embarrassing to be the weakest person there.

So anyway, my muscles are burning these days and it feels great!

I’ll let you know what my other goals are once I’ve accomplished something…

Things Paul Says

I realize I have not discussed or posted pictures of Thanksgiving in Utah with Daddy’s family, Christmas with Mommy’s family, or any of the many happenings in between. Paul has grown up a lot since last time I posted.

Nonetheless, here is a simple “Things Paul Says” post to get something up at least. He’s always surprising me with cute things he says.

“I found a pay-o-click!”

A paperclip, of course.

“I want purple-berry yoghurt.”

I agree, blueberry yoghurt looks more purple than blue. Smart thinking, Paul!

“Please bless the people that don’t have things to get things.”

We had a family home evening about tithing and fast offerings on Sunday night. He said this in Monday morning’s breakfast prayer. He apparently heard me! And remembered it overnight!

“Mommy’s bum is sticking out!”

He happened to walk in on me when I was changing my clothes. My back was to the door (thankfully), and well, he thought it was very funny.

“Don’t let it bite me!”

I was safety pinning his pants so they wouldn’t fall down. Very clever boy. I assured him the safety pin wouldn’t “bite.”