
By Jim Perkinson (above), a sermon for St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in Detroit (July 27, 2025)
The disciples want to know how to pray. About time, huh? Actually, there is more going on here than we usually register. This is a typical disciple-request of chosen rabbis in 1st century Palestine. They are really asking for the Teacher to distill the heart of his teaching in a pray-able formula. They want the essence, the unadulterated core of what is being admonished. But here the ante is upped.
Jesus has just set his face to take his show to Jerusalem for the high-noon show-down with the Powers-that-be at the end of chapter 9. They are going for broke—like going up into White House today to shut down operations in protest of Palestinian genocide while carrying a green card from some place called “Galilee.” Jesus has just predicted his death in the process in a huddle with his inner circle. The disciples are beginning to entertain the thought that he might not be around much longer. So, indeed, what is it he is saying to do?
The so-called “Lord’s Prayer”—that the Black Church in this country more accurately calls the “Disciples Prayer”—is a stripped-down version of the more lyrical rendition we meet with in Matthew. And its heart is food and debt. “Give us this day our daily bread” is an invocation of the prime lesson of the Exodus walkout from Egypt when escaped slaves were directed to “gather”—as in hunt-and-gather—”manna,” which literally, in Hebrew, means “what the F is it?”
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