Friday, September 1, 2006


The following prayer is in a book titled Guerrillas of Grace: Prayers For The Battle by Ted Loder. The book was a gift from Kathy Wallace, a Near Eastside neighbor, several years ago. The book is full of prayers I keep returning to because they reflect my desire to live in and through--and to reflect--such grace. I pray this for myself and offer it to all:

Thank you for all I forget are gifts, not rights.
Forgive me for all the grievances I remember
too well.
Save me from the self pity, the self seeking,
the fat heartedness
which is true poverty.
Guide me, if I am willing, drive me if I am not,
into the hard ways of sacrifice which are
just and loving.
Make me wide eyed for beauty,
and for my neighbor's need and goodness;
Wide eyed for peace making,
and for the confronting power with
the call to compassion;
Wide hearted for love and for the unloved,
who are the hardest to touch and need it the most.
Dull the envy in me which criticizes and complains
life into a thousand ugly bits.
Keep me honest and tender enough to heal,
tough enough to be healed of my hypocrisies.
Match my appetite for privilege
with the stomach for commitment.
Teach me the great cost of paying attention, that,
naked to the dazzle of Your back as You pass,
I may know I am always on holy ground.
Breathe into me the restlessness and courage
to make something new,
something saving,
and something true,
That I may understand what it is to rejoice.

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