I want to be willing to let go, to forgive. but dare not ask for the will to forgive, in case you give it to me and I am not yet ready. I am not yet ready for my heart to soften. I am not yet ready to be vulnerable again. Not yet ready to see that there is humanity in my tormentor’s eyes or that the one who hurt me may also have cried. I am not yet ready for the journey. I am not yet interested in the path. I am at the prayer before the prayer of forgiveness.
Grant me the will to want to forgive. Grant it to me not yet but soon Can I even form the words? Forgive me? Dare I even look? Do I dare to see the hurt I have caused: I can glimpse all the shattered pieces of that fragile thing that soul trying to rise on the broken wings of hope. But only out of the corner of my eye. I am afraid of it. And if I am afraid to see How can I not be afraid to say: Forgive me?
Is there a place where we can meet? You and me The place in the middle where we straddle the lines Where you are right and I am right too. And both of us are wrong and wronged. Can we meet there? And look for the place where the path begins The path that ends when we forgive.
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You call me back to atone, to return, when you see how I’ve drifted and gone away…
I stray from knowing your holy presence, but you never take your eyes off me; you take not even one step away: you’re beside me, behind me, above and below me, you’re with me, Lord, on all sides…
But it only takes a turn of my heart, a twist of my thoughts in the blink of an eye for me to forget (or do I fear?) how close you are in every hour of every night and day…
I stray from your love though you’re so close at hand and believe, in self-pity you no longer care…
I choose my own way as you walk by my side; you follow my steps as I turn from your path…
I want my own way and insist that I’m right; I assign you the blame as I count my troubles…
But you stay by my side and give me the freedom to take your hand or walk away in my foolishness and my fear… And still you remain, right by my side, though I close my eyes to yours seeking mine…
But you call me back, to atone, to return, and with all my heart, I know you’re right: I’ve drifted, I’ve strayed, I’ve gone away, I’m lost and need to be found…
Give the grace, Lord, to turn my heart, to turn my mind and thoughts to you; to remember and trust how close you are, how near’s the mercy you offer…
Call me back to atone and return to the outstretched arms of your love and ready my heart to be shaped again in the image of your heart for me… Amen.
Fr. Austin Fleming, Roman Catholic Priest in Massachusetts
and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence, and take not your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.
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My dear Lord and Savior, I come to you burdened and oppressed by many worries and slavish work, by an unbearable yoke, which I have imposed on myself because of my lack of humility.
It is a burden which I have deserved, but it is also the heavy yoke of a sinful world, of collective pride and arrogance. We are tied together in this lamentable condition. I groan and sigh, realizing my plight in this double slavery of mine and the world. What a relief if I listen to your invitation, “Come to me all whose load is heavy”! Yes, now I dare to come.
The more I meditate on the crushing burdens you have carried in your humility, accepting even the most atrocious humiliation from proud and arrogant human beings, the more I am filled with grateful wonder. In your divine glory and your human humility you are totally Other, so different from the close-minded and high-handedness of man. You are the wholly Other, the only true God, so unlike man-made gods. You have come into the valley of tears where misery is constantly multiplied by humankind’s ridiculous pride. You come with the astonishing remedy, the humility of the Son of God, of the Redeemer, who has freely made himself “one-of-us” in all things except sin: the totally holy and humble One.
You come to us whose vanity and pride are odious. You come on the royal road of humility, showing us that this is the way to you and to the heart of the Father, the way to the hearts of our fellow men and the way of salvation.
Humble heart of our Divine Master, I entrust myself to your school. I want to learn from you, day by day, the royal way of humility. It is your own love that teaches us.
Lord, transform our hearts, make them mirror images of your own heart. Make them fountains of healing for many. Lord, make us humble.
Bernard Häring 1912 – 1998, German Catholic moral theologian
In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:
Who, being in very nature[a] God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature[b] of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death— even death on a cross!
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it; for he founded it on the seas established it on the waters.
Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god.
They will receive blessing from the Lord and vindication from God their Savior. Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek your face, God of Jacob