Hallowed be thy name

Part 3 of the Lord’s Prayer series

Image: Les Anderson

This is Part 3 of the weekly series where I break down, line-by-line, the Lord’s Prayer and interpret it however I wish (because everyone should do this). This series is inspired by the book, Power Through Constructive Thinking by Emmet Fox. If you’ve missed the previous entries in the series, you can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.

This one blew me away…

Okay, first — rolling it back to when I was a good, guilty Catholic kid, I remember saying this line with a healthy tinge of fear on the back of the tongue.

The Lord’s name is ‘hallowed’. I never looked this up, but I assumed it to mean something like, ‘to be respected and feared’. This went along with the whole not-being-allowed-to-say-god-damnit rule.

Fox presents an entirely new way of seeing this line in the book…

In many ancient spiritual texts, the “name” of a thing represents its essential nature or character. So we’re not slapping a name tag, on God, we’re speaking of the essence of Spirit.


Moving on, ‘Hallowed’ means ‘holy, venerated, sacred, whole, wholesome, heal, or healed’.

Mmmkay. This takes the sharp edge off of the whole fear / intimidation / come-at-me-bro-ness of God from childhood. Very refreshing. (Thanks, Emmet.)

Fox goes on to speak of the following passage…

A spring cannot pour both fresh and brackish water from the same opening, can it?
- James 3:11

We also read of analogies where a pear cannot grow on an apple tree, etc. Same concept. Each thing represents its source.

So, if God’s essential nature is whole, wholesome, holy, sacred, etc., and God is the proverbial tree, this means that we — being the fruit — must be the same in nature.

What are the repercussions of this, you might be asking? Like, how can it help us? I’ll tell you…

A lot of times (particularly when we’re force-fed a shit sandwich) a lot of us who’ve been handed the bastardized version of religion from a young age start to have this magical belief that God cursed us with it. Like, maybe we said goddamn it or masturbated one too many times and the old man upstairs has it out for us. So we rail against the sky and we dress in black and start drinking absinthe on Tuesday nights after Bingo.

This is baloney. Stop blaming some supernatural, anthropomorphic super-being in the clouds (I’m speaking to a version of myself here, please don’t take this personally). This storm that is dumping on you right now is not of God. It’s not of anyone. It’s largely a perception problem — a horror story we’re making up and rationalizing through a quite irrational fantasy.

If God’s ‘name’ is truly ‘hallowed’, and our nature is of that, this means, inherently, we’re hallowed too. From birth. Forever. No matter what kind of nonsense we make up about the situation.

We can make things up. We’re human. We’re creative beings. It’s a great thing to be able to do, but it gets us into a lot of emotional turmoil.

Step back from the story and know your inherent hallowedness.

This is your essence. 
This is the name of God. 

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