After my mother helped me memorize the Lord’s Prayer, she decided it was time for me to learn other prayers. Everyday prayers, where you sit and talk to God, tell Him your problems, ask for help, or pray for someone. She would pray for friends or family and have me repeat after her, in order to show me how to do it. Eventually she asked me if I had anyone or anything I wanted to pray for, which I did. I had a handle on it pretty fast.
I realized how important this was and that, even though we may not see it right away, it helps. It helps us, those we pray for, and those we don’t even know about. Fine—got it. What I didn’t understand is the fact that my mother ended EVERY prayer with these words, “And God bless a saw.”
What the what? I mean I went with it, after every prayer I recited the same words, God bless a saw. I remember my mom telling me that, even though we may not know what to pray for exactly, God understands our heart. He knows what we are saying. Well that’s great but why are we throwing a random saw into the mix? Even if you weren’t sure what to pray for, couldn’t you have picked something else? Why in the world would we need to bless a saw?
I imagined one of those round circle saws. Those were pretty dangerous; a friend of ours almost lost his fingers once. The best I could come up with was, we were praying for the saw not to hurt people. It was a stretch but that’s all I had. Apparently this was an important topic because we said it after every prayer. I was a kid, what did I know? If mom was praying for it, there had to be a reason.
If you’ve read my previous blog, The Lord’s Prayer, you’ll recall that I was a CHILD with a hearing impairment and my mother had a thick southern accent. Well, here we are just a little while after my confusion with the Lord’s Prayer, blessing a saw.
Finally, I couldn’t take the not knowing. After our prayer, just after blessing that saw, I turned to my mom.
“Momma, why do we have to bless a saw?”
“Bless a what?” She replied confused.
“Bless a saw, why do we do it?”
“What are you talking about? What saw?”
“I don’t know, you keep talking about it though.”
“When did I say anything about a saw?”
“At the end, you keep saying God bless a saw!”
“I didn’t say God bless a saw. I said God bless us all!”
Ah…. My poor mother.
I realized how important this was and that, even though we may not see it right away, it helps. It helps us, those we pray for, and those we don’t even know about. Fine—got it. What I didn’t understand is the fact that my mother ended EVERY prayer with these words, “And God bless a saw.”
What the what? I mean I went with it, after every prayer I recited the same words, God bless a saw. I remember my mom telling me that, even though we may not know what to pray for exactly, God understands our heart. He knows what we are saying. Well that’s great but why are we throwing a random saw into the mix? Even if you weren’t sure what to pray for, couldn’t you have picked something else? Why in the world would we need to bless a saw?
I imagined one of those round circle saws. Those were pretty dangerous; a friend of ours almost lost his fingers once. The best I could come up with was, we were praying for the saw not to hurt people. It was a stretch but that’s all I had. Apparently this was an important topic because we said it after every prayer. I was a kid, what did I know? If mom was praying for it, there had to be a reason.
If you’ve read my previous blog, The Lord’s Prayer, you’ll recall that I was a CHILD with a hearing impairment and my mother had a thick southern accent. Well, here we are just a little while after my confusion with the Lord’s Prayer, blessing a saw.
Finally, I couldn’t take the not knowing. After our prayer, just after blessing that saw, I turned to my mom.
“Momma, why do we have to bless a saw?”
“Bless a what?” She replied confused.
“Bless a saw, why do we do it?”
“What are you talking about? What saw?”
“I don’t know, you keep talking about it though.”
“When did I say anything about a saw?”
“At the end, you keep saying God bless a saw!”
“I didn’t say God bless a saw. I said God bless us all!”
Ah…. My poor mother.
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