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Daily Prayer, Spirituality and Worship in the Roman Catholic Tradition
Today is the feast of Saint John Chrysostom who died in the early fifth century. Known as a scripture scholar and great preacher, his words are not too ancient to speak to us in our own times.
We follow the ways of wolves, the habits of tigers: or, rather we are worse than they. To them nature has assigned that they should be thus fed, while God has honored us with rational speech and a sense of equity. And yet we are become worse than the wild beast. - John Chrysostom
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Be as gentle, then, with me, Lord,
as my life's seasons change;
keep fresh my summery memories
as autumn's days grow shorter
and my leaves begin to turn...
Amen.
In mid-August I posted about the practice in Ukraine where everyone stops in their tracks at 9:00 a.m. - daily - to remember those who have died in the war.
I mentioned that when it's 9:00 a.m. in Ukraine it's the middle of the night where I live but that I'd set a daily alarm on my phone to stop and pray for the people of Ukraine.
I chose 3:00 p.m. and I want to share my experience with you. First, the alarm reminds me daily of something I'd easily, otherwise, totally forget. Second, the alarm always takes me by surprise - I'm not waiting for it or expecting it. The result is that I'm confronted on a daily basis with a comparison between whatever I'm doing - and thinking about my brothers and sisters in Ukraine and what they're experiencing.
I end up being grateful for the freedom in which I live and prayerfully mindful of others who live with the constant threat of being attacked.
It's any easy thing to do - and no one needs to know what you're doing, even if they're sitting right beside you when your phone rings.
Protect us all while we're awake
and watch over us while we sleep
that awake, we might keep watch with Christ
and asleep, rest in his peace...
Amen.
When sudden terror tears apart the world we thought was ours, we find how fragile strength can be, how limited our powers. As tower and fortress fall, we watch with disbelieving stare and numbly hear the anguished cries that pierce the ash-filled air. Yet most of all we are aware of emptiness and void: of lives cut short, of structures razed, of confidence destroyed. From this abyss of doubt and fear we grope for words to pray, and hear our stammering tongues embrace a timeless Kyrie. Have mercy, Lord, give strength and peace, and make our courage great; restrain our urge to seek revenge, to turn our hurt to hate. Help us to know your steadfast love, your presence near as breath; rekindle in our hearts the hope of life that conquers death.
Let's pray for Charlie Kirk and his wife, his children and his extended family...
And let's pray, again, for an end to the violence in our culture and in our world - and for an end to the pandemic of arms.