(Picture a sticky note from God on a photo of someone you just do not like.)
"Our Father which art in heaven."
So there you sit, sipping your coffee or tea, pondering what will be on your day's schedule and into your head pops the image of this person you do not like. While you say a morning prayer or two for the people you do love, you might find yourself separating the one of whom you're not fond from yourself. But the antidote to that (seemingly plausible) noninclusive prayer?
The Our the sentence above. It's not My Father. It's Our Father. Everyone is connected, no matter how vexing that might be from time to time.
Love always and All Ways,