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Saint Francis Prayer

Posted in Short Story, Tradition by James Pat Guerréro on 10/15/2016

st-francisThe Saint Francis prayer was written long ago.

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.

Truly, the part that says dying is mysterious.  Often, I do not agree with that statement.  But I have to admit that it is the only way I can be truly happy.

The part that says “grant that I may not so much seek … to be loved as to love,” applies to  me specifically.  I want to be more loved.  But I do not desire to love.  It is the logical opposite.

I find that when I pray this part of the prayer that I actually become more happy.  In a way I have shed a slavery to my own selfish attitude.  I have taken off something that looks ugly.  I have become more free.  Yet, I find that I am not loved or respected by a certain human.  I find that I might be respected by humans from whom I never expected respect and love.  I feel as if the Lord has sent me on a mission to others of whom I do not know and by whom never knew me.

 

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