The Lord’s Prayer and John Chapter 3 versus 16-17 are definitely the first Scripture I ever committed to memory. In just a few days, my family (without me) will be attending the Triangular Backdrop for a Poorly Choreographed Children’s Choir Concert, otherwise known as the Signing Christmas Tree. My years of protesting attendance have finally paid off — so I won’t have to remember the words to the Lord’s Prayer. The words are so indelibly etched in the neurons of my brain and perhaps in their meaning a helpful reminder (this is 100% from memory and I’ve not referenced a single thing to type this):
“Our father, in Heaven; hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done.
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day or daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not in to temptation; please deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory…
Forever and ever.
Andrea Boceli character does a perfectly wonderful rendition of the Lord’s Prayer of it here if you want something with a bit more panache.
This led to tonight’s blog post because I cooked up this video to finally put the nail in the coffin of my “outstanding debt” owed to my amazing sister. The story goes a bit like this:
- Absentee/working parents left Rachel in charge of me during times we would today have hired people for;
- Rachel did a great deal to make sure I was fed – this included catering to my 10 year old whims to eat Japanese Bento Boxes many days for lunch. Mind you, this was 1989…no one knew what the fuck a bento box was but Rachel’s tanning salon (where I cleaned all the beds) happened to be next one such place.
- For $10 (a ton back then) you got some rice, fried tempura vegetables, a smattering of teriyaki chicken, and some miso soup — though I’m not sure if you got the miso soup if you were taking it to go — another thing that wasn’t really real back then.
Now, to mathematically sort the books out, let’s do this:
- Assume Rachel bought us (to share) 1 Bento Box each day for 8 years;
- Assume that this Bento Box cost $10.
This rounds to about $30K. ($29,200 to be exact). There was NOWHERE NEAR this amount of Bento purchased .
It is also nowhere near the amount of gratitude; I also pray for a great deal more forgiveness for my many debts to her.
What’s important here is the reminder to give thanks, to celebrate, to acknowledge, and damnit, to do something out of good will and without any self motivation.
It is also a reminder to let go, to acknowledge and move on, to forgive people their trespasses as you would hope they would for you.
My sister Rachel did so much for me — things that will never go beyond her or me. My Aunt Judy did as well and I got the chance to surprise her this week on her 70th birthday.
I wrote about this on Back to the Future day when I encouraged us to take a look back at the teachers who had formed the foundations of our intellect, and reach out to give them the most unexpected gift — a thank you, years later.
I wrote about this in the original commemoration of this blog and had the change to give thanks to my Aunt Judy this week — who celebrated her 70th birthday. She owes me no debt and I feel confidant that if either of our lives ended tomorrow, neither of us would owe any explanation to each other.
There are many more times I’ve talked about this need — this need to thank and recognize the unsung, to acknowledge what we are not inherently programmed to acknowledge. But most importantly to forgive, to move on, to recognize that we are all growing and probably much slower than we should be — and just love.
So this video — fun as it is — was a little bit of a band handed acknowledgement of all I owe my sister. I don’t want to be backhanded, so I’ll post the video (which is awesome and you should watch), and add this:
Rachel, without you I would know what NEW love felt like because I wouldn’t have my first nephew and my two nieces. Without you, I would have taken longer to know what safety really felt like — you gave me that and made me feel like it could never be taken away. Without you I’d probably still be wearing yellow, never learned the universe’s secret to Stevie Nicks, or how to make a mediocre apple pie which for the record would……..(I digress).
We rolled pennies, met boys, got locked in bedrooms, went to concerts, broke up with boys, General Hospital kissed a metric-fuckton of your Volleyball team before they realized I was 6….
I don’t know how to love anyone more than I love you. You have pushed me to that boundary and I’m grateful I have a sense of what I think it looks like.
You are my redneck woman — I think you are too trash and too hardcore…and I can’t imagine my life without you.