I used to be careless and carefree … but now – I don’t know whether it is due to age or the weather or even a condition of blood pressure – as my younger sister who aspires to be a home doctor claims – I find myself getting all serious on things that I did not bother about before. ‘Over thinking it‘ in the jargon of my nieces.
Thus I was happily surprised when I came across this article in Aleteia mentioning the prayer by St. Thomas Moore which Pope Francis has been reciting daily for 40 years!! It is surely a secret to his cheerfulness … and so I gladly share for any of my cranky friends out there. 😍
Extract from Aleteia article …
In a book-interview “God is Young,” the Holy Father reveals the prayer he’s been reciting for 40 years to not be taken too seriously and maintain a touch of humor.
“Grant me, O Lord, good digestion, and also something to digest.
Grant me a healthy body, and the necessary good humor to maintain it.
Grant me a simple soul that knows to treasure all that is good
and that doesn’t frighten easily at the sight of evil,
but rather finds the means to put things back in their place.
Give me a soul that knows not boredom, grumblings, sighs and laments,
nor excess of stress, because of that obstructing thing called “I.”
Grant me, O Lord, a sense of good humor.
Allow me the grace to be able to take a joke to discover in life a bit of joy,
and to be able to share it with others.”
St. Thomas More (1478-1535).
It reminds me of the words of Chesterton
which I had also quoted in a previous post Angels with only one wing along with other advice to myself .. which I have not quite taken heed of. Or have I ??
Aww … what the heck… life is too short to wonder whether I have or not. 😘 😘
I’ve been waking up around 3.00 am these days, as my body adjusts to effects of a trans-Atlantic trip. I have been going to bed late hoping I would sleep right through. However I find myself awake in a couple of hours, trying to figure out how to while away the time till the dawn.
So I wander around a bit, pet the dog, pick up a book and put it down again for my eyes are too tired to concentrate. I switch on the TV. More of the same stuff – Trump and his trip, Trump and Continue reading
Touching words extracted from a post Touching the Stars by Michelle Franckl-Donnay
We describe prayer as talking to God or listening to God. Yet both these images of prayer let me keep a bit of distance between God and me. I sit on the sofa, God next to me. I look up to the altar or to the heavens, God before me, God above me. But I’m starting to wonder if to pray is in reality to touch and be touched by God. To move toward God, reaching out, and at the same time, to be still, allowing God’s hand to rest upon me. To let go of my boundaries, to be uncertain where I end and God takes up. To be willing to risk letting God within me.
In Mere Christianity, C. S. Lewis urges us to get our hands into the mystery that is God and let it get into us: “If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them.” We are called not just to walk with Christ but to be clothed in Christ, to wrap ourselves up in God.
… And what do I desire, if not the infinite, invincible, ineffable God, come to dwell within my very ordinary life?
Prayer has far more to do with what God wants to do in us than with our trying to “reach” or “realize,” still less “entertain,” God in prayer.
This truth eliminates anxiety and concern as to the success or non-success of our prayer, for we can be quite certain that, if we want to pray and give the time to prayer, God is always successful and that is what matters.
What we think of as our search for God is, in reality, a response to the divine Lover drawing us to himself. There is never a moment when divine Love is not at work.
This work is nothing other than a giving of the divine Self in love.
The logical consequence for us must surely be that our part is to
let ourselves be loved,
—let ourselves be given to,
let ourselves be worked upon by this great God
and made capable of total union with Him. “
My wish for my Christian brothers and people of all faiths is that we will let God – whoever you conceive Him to be – to work on us this Christmas so there is peace on earth, good will and love amongst men.
Jesus living wisdom
Shorten the distance between my head and my heart.
Teach me how to THINK WITH MY HEART
so that all my thoughts are filled with love.
Show me that wisdom is truth tasted in all its beauty.
Walk with me as I learn from life how wisdom becomes my friend.
Mary, Wise woman, pray for me
that I may receive the gift of wisdom
and the love which makes it possible.
Holy Spirit, your first gift is wisdom.
Breathe on me, breath of God, and immerse me in this gift.
Take away my fear and fill me with love.
Show me that courage is a heart that acts,
Which is a way of saying that WISDOM
FLOWS FROM THE HEART
Opening prayer from A Retreat with John XXIII .
The question has been on my mind these past few days. A loved one in pain has been asked to do a full bone scan to check for recurrence of the dreaded C cell. Yes, Cancer.
It was discovered early and she was operated 18 months ago. Everything seemed fine but this pain and the doctor’s request has me worried. Should I just trust that God the Healer and Loving Father will surely take care of his child? Or should I pray, petition, plead for healing?
The answer depends on who I conceive God to be. “Who do you say I AM?” A benefactor who answers our petitions? Continue reading