|A Prayer Diary||
Here is the miracle of love: to discover all the creation is one, flag out into space by a God who is a Father, and that if you present yourself to it as he does—unarmed, and full of peace—creation will recognize you and meet you with a smile.
Think, through me, Thoughts of God…
Love through me, Love of God…
Flow through, Patience of God…
Hope through me, Hope of God….
Lord, take me where you want me to go. Let me meet who you want me to meet. Tell me what you want me to say, and keep me out of your way. (prayer by FDNY Chaplain Father Mychal Judge, OFM, who died 20 years ago today while ministering at the World Trade Center)
As long as we insist upon telling God His business, nothing very much can come of our prayers.
Our lives have meaning and purpose. . . . We either help build this world up in love or tear it apart.
But in essence, contemplative prayer is simply a wordless, trusting opening of self to the divine presence.
Dear God, May all the changes that would shift this world away from sorrow and peace, away from violence and into love, away from darkness and into light, now happen. Now, not later, now.
We are truly Christian persons when our inmost secret remains a mystery shared by ourselves and God, and communicated to others in a way that is at the same time secret and public.