Our father, who art in heaven,
A hot shower with clean water. For as long as I wanted. And central heat with clean, fluffy towels when I get out. White cotton towels like angel’s wings. Clean sheets and a woman who wasn’t trading it for rations. There’s heaven for you. That’s all. Nothing more.
Hallowed be thy name;
Did I say hollow? Did I think it? Oh crap…
Thy kingdom come,
If this is thy kingdom, I wish I’d bet on the other team! We looked forward to this for two thousand years? You sold us a load!
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
So you want us to kill Zack. I get it. But really, is this going on up there too? I really could use something to look forward to besides frozen Zack.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And peanut butter. Crunchy.
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.
I killed six Zack today. One of them took down Boondoggle. Right in the calf. That guy was always making impossible things out of rope. He had a real talent for knots. Sorry, but this one is asking a bit more than I can take today. I don’t know how we’re going to replace that guy. He was cool, in his own weird way. Zack’s going to pay for that tomorrow. I don’t give a damn.
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.
Too late for that. How many deadly sins did I commit today? Wrath, lust, sloth, greed, glutton, and envy. Six out of seven. All but pride. Just like yesterday and the day before.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
Thine maybe, but not ours. We’re cold and hungry and under siege and losing for ever and ever. We’re not going to make it through January. If the Z’s don’t get us, winter will. We could really use some intercession if you’re not too busy. Or maybe a cargo plane full of supplies if it’s not asking too much.
Father Joseph was always struck by the beauty of seeing grown men tear up in the sanctuary at the sound of the most fundamental of all prayers.