My Jesus, my Life, you call me through the quiet mountain breeze, through the cry of the hawk and the waving grasses. Your voice reaches me through an endless horizon of waves disappearing into the mist and the boat riding those waves, searching for safe harbor. You pass through the midst of this world and I realize that everything is a channel of grace.
Yet I am an obstacle to your presence in my life. And I have not yet learned what it means to be a channel of grace for others. A channel allows grace to pass through, fast and pure and gratuitous. It is an open window to air out the room, flowing water that washes over the river bed and washes away mistrust and sin and selfishness.
My life is so clogged with my plans and preferences that at times grace can hardly get through. I don’t love others as I should—I don’t give you to others as they deserve and as you ask of me. Forgive me. Strengthen me. Teach me. May you be the Word I speak and the Message I live. May my heart reach out to everyone with your love and your grace.
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;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
(Prayer of Saint Francis)
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