Bottomless Pit Of Worthlessness
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O Lord. I want to be completely transformed into your mercy and to be your living reflection.
May the greatest of all divine attributes, that of your unfathomable mercy, pass through my heart and soul to my neighbour.
Help me, O Lord that my eyes may be merciful, so that I may never suspect or judge from appearances, but look for what is beautiful in my neighbour’s souls and come to their rescue.
Help me, O Lord that my ears may be merciful, so that I may give heed to my neighbour’s needs and not be indifferent to their pains and moaning.
Help me, O Lord that my tongue may be merciful, so that I should never speak negatively of my neighbour, but have a word of comfort and forgiveness for all.
Help me, O Lord, that my hands may be merciful and filled with good deeds, so that I may do only good to my neighbours and take upon myself the more difficult and toilsome tasks.
Help me, O Lord, that my feet may be merciful, so that I may hurry to assist my neighbour, overcoming my own fatigue and weariness.
Help me, O Lord, that my heart may be merciful so that I myself may feel all the sufferings of my neighbour.
May your mercy, O Lord, rest upon me.
Little by little the sounds
died down in the church.
The people went away,
And I came home,
I passed people who were
returning from a walk.
I went by the cinema
that was disgorging its crowd.
I skirted café terraces where tired strollers
were trying to prolong t
he pleasure of a Sunday holiday.
I bumped into youngsters
playing on the footpath,
Other people’s youngsters
who will never be my own.
Here I am, Lord,
The silence troubles me,
The solitude oppresses me.
Lord, I’m 35 years old,
A body made like others,
ready for work,
A heart meant for love,
But I’ve given you all.
It’s true of course, that you needed it.
I’ve given you all, but it is hard, Lord.
It’s hard to give one’s body;
it would like to give itself to others.
It’s hard to love everyone and to claim no one.
It’s hard to shake a hand
and not want to keep it.
It’s hard to inspire affection,
only to give it to you.
It’s hard to be nothing to oneself
in order to be everything to others.
It’s hard to be like others, among others,
and be an other to them.
It’s hard always to give
without trying to receive.
It’s hard to seek out others
and to be oneself unsought.
It’s hard to be told secrets,
and never be able to share them.
It’s hard to carry others
and never, even for a moment, be carried.
It’s hard to sustain the feeble
and never be able to lean on one
who is strong.
It’s hard to be alone,
Alone before everyone,
Alone before the world,
Alone before suffering,
Son, you are not alone,
I am with you.
I am you.
For I needed another human vehicle
to continue my Incarnation
and my Redemption.
Out of all eternity, I chose you.
I need you.
I need your hands to continue to bless,
I need your lips to continue to speak,
I need your body to continue to suffer,
I need your heart to continue to love,
I need you to continue to save,
Stay with me.
Here I am Lord,
Here is my body,
Grant that I may be
big enough to reach the world,
Strong enough to carry it.
Pure enough to embrace it
without wanting to keep it.
Grant that I may be a meeting-place,
but a temporary one,
A road that does not end in itself,
because everything to be gathered there,
everything human, must be led to you.
Lord, tonight, while all is still
and I feel sharply the sting of solitude,
While people devour my soul
and I feel incapable of satisfying their hunger,
While the world presses on my shoulders
with all its weight
of misery and sin,
I repeat to you my “yes”
—not in a burst of laughter, but slowly,
In the peace of the evening.
- – - written by Fr. Michel Quoist, 1954, France
If you know who you are, you will be gracious in defeat and humble is victory, knowing that you can’t be defined by a single event in life.
If you know who you are, other people’s opinions of you won’t make you doubt your own ability or character.
If you know who you are, it will simply be because you know who He is.
If you know who you are, you also understand that all of heaven and earth has been set up to help you fulfil your God-given destiny.
If you know who you are, it’s a Life of Integrity easy to celebrate other people because their greatness takes nothing away from your own legend.
If you know who yo are, you are not so caught up in trivial and local championship contests since the whole world is your for the taking.
If you know who you are, the future is not something you dread but something you can hardly wait to shape into a masterpiece.
If you know who you are, other gifted people don’t provoke inferiority in you because you know that you also have something significant.
If you know who you are, you will understand that you are greater than the circumstances of your birth and your present environment.
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