8/27/26

Pause for Prayer: THURSDAY 8/27

Today, Lord, help me 
    do no wrong in word or deed,  
    do no wrong to my neighbor,
    do no wrong to my family,
    do no wrong to my opponent, 
    do no wrong to my friends,
    do no wrong to my colleagues,  
    do no wrong to those who offend me,
    do no wrong to strangers,
    and do no wrong to myself...
 
Today, Lord, help me
    think kindly of those
        who are unkind to me,
    take steps to make peace
        when it's not my fault,
    speak the truth
        with clarity and charity,
    stand up for those
        whom others beat down,
    keep my mouth shut 
        when I want to scream,
    take time to discover
        how I might be wrong, 
    reach out to someone
        who's waiting for me,
    find joy wherever
        it finds me today... 
Today, Lord, help me to
    speak the truth,
    do the next right thing,
    cherish my family,
    stay in the moment,
    delight in your mercy, 
    help my neighbor,
    treasure my friends,
    value my colleagues,
    forgive someone's blunder,
    be gentle and kind to strangers,
    and respect the person you made me to be...
       
Today, Lord, help me
    to do no harm, 
    to do no wrong,
    to love all those whose paths cross mine
    and to love you, good and gracious God,
    to love you above all... 
Amen.

  

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8/26/26

All these things are infamies indeed...

In his encyclical letter, Veritas Splendor, Pope John Paul II reminded us that Church teaches that "there exist acts which per se and in themselves, independently of circumstances, are always seriously wrong by reason of their object."  He went on to quote from a Vatican II document a list of such infamies.  Few will be surprised to see abortion in this list but many may be taken back by the other moral atrocities included in this category.

Whatever is opposed to life itself
such as any type of murder, genocide, abortion,
euthanasia or willful self-destruction

• Whatever violates 
the integrity of the human person
such as mutilation,
torments inflicted on body or mind,
attempts to coerce the will itself


Whatever insults human dignity
such as subhuman living conditions,
arbitrary imprisonment, deportation, slavery,
prostitution, the selling of women and children;
as well as disgraceful working conditions,
where men are treated as mere tools for profit,
rather than as free and responsible persons

All these things,
and others of their like, are infamies indeed. 
They poison human society 
but they do more harm to those who practice them
than to those who suffer from the injury.
Moreover, they are supreme dishonor
to the Creator.
 
Gaudium et Spes, no. 27
Constitution on the Church in the Modern World
Vatican Council II 
December 7, 1965

  

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8/25/26

Pause for Prayer: Tuesday 8/25

  
At least once a day, Lord 
- and frequently more often-
I look at myself 
in a mirror...
 
Sometimes I love what I see 
but sometimes, well, I don't -
when I miss, 
when I fail to recognize
when I close my eyes 
to your mysterious design, 
the imprint of your touch 
and the gentle care you took
in shaping my appearance:
how I look to the world,  
    to you, Lord, and myself...
 
Help me reverence, Lord, 
help me love and respect:
    the face I see in the mirror,
    the face you cherish, 
    the face you fashioned for me,
    the face you take delight in, 
    the face by which you know me
    - my face -
    the face you've always loved... 

Help me, Lord, to look beyond,
the features I would change
and find within 
what needs no change: 
    the beauty of your image,
    imprinted on my soul,
    the divine imago Dei
    in whose likeness I'm created
    through the mystery of your love...  
 
Help me look through my own eyes, Lord,
and show me what you see:
    what you treasure, what you cherish
        and find worthy of your gaze...

Help me look within myself, Lord
to see what might be changed, 
'til I more clearly mirror
and more faithfully reflect
the gracious light of your face
warmly shining on my own...

Amen. 
 
The Image of God
 
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In the beginning 
God shaped and formed me
I am skillfully and wonderfully made
 
I am the image of my Creator 
In every part of me 
his likeness is displayed
 
Life flows from life and love from loving,
gifts of the Father by nature and by grace,
a heart made glad, a soul unshaken
unbounded joy, in every breath a song of praise,
unbounded joy, in every breath a song of praise 
 
For his own purpose 
God shaped and formed me
I am his, I have a place with in his plan
I am the image of my Creator,
my past and future are secure within his hand
 
Life flows from life and love from loving
gifts of the Father by nature and by grace,
a heart made glad, a soul unshaken
unbounded joy, in every breath a song of praise,
unbounded joy, in every breath a song of praise 
 
Life flows from life and love from loving,
gifts of the Father by nature and by grace,
a heart made glad, a soul unshaken
unbounded joy, in every breath a song of praise, 
a song of praise 

  

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8/24/26

Monday Morning Offering: 8/24

Image: George Mendoza

Good morning, good God!

This morning, Lord, I offer you: 
    my desire to mend a friend's broken heart,
    my knowing it's beyond my craft to do
    and my prayer that you, great Healer of Hearts,
    will touch, restore and fill her heart
    as I know only you can do...

This morning, Lord, I offer you: 
    my desire to help a friend find faith,
    my knowing that faith's not mine to give
    and my prayer that you, with your Spirit's power
    will open his heart to the hope and trust
    I know he needs to believe in your love...
 
This morning, Lord, I offer you: 
    my desire to cure a friend's illness,
    my knowing that I'm not a doctor
    and my prayer that you, the Divine Physician,
    will treat and restore him to health and strength,
    to his family, his work, his well-being...

This morning, Lord, I offer you: 
    my desire for a friend to get out of jail,
    my knowing I don't hold the keys
    and my prayer that you, most Merciful Judge,
    will free his heart to accept what comes
    and to trust in you and your care for him...

This morning, Lord, I offer you: 
    my desire to help my friend who's depressed,
    my knowing I often don't know what to say
    and my prayer that you, all Wisdom and Grace
    will calm her anxious and fearful soul
    and bring her serenity, calm and peace...
 
This morning, Lord, I have so much to offer:
    my desires, self-knowledge,
      - most of all my prayer -
that you will touch my friends' precious lives     
    with your healing and gifts,
    with wholeness and health,
    with your freedom and mercy, 
    with the grace of your presence,
        your peace and deep joy... 
 
Oh, and Lord!
I could use some of these gifts myself
    - and I promise to share whatever you give! 

Amen.


  

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8/23/26

NIGHT PRAYER: Sunday 8/23

On Sundays, Night Prayer will focus on an element from the day's celebration of Mass. This weekend I preached on "keys," and the "keys of grace" entrusted to Eliakim and Peter in today's readings. I began my homily by asking, "Do you know where your keys are?"  At one time or another (or much more often!) we've all misplaced our keys and we know the panic that ensues...

Among my possessions, Lord,
    among the things I might misplace,
which might trigger the most anxiety
    and desire to find what I've lost? 

My keys?  My cell phone?
    My wallet? My glasses? My lap top? 
 
It's because I really believe 
    I really need these things,
        that I can't get along without them
that when I lose them
    I feel like I've lost my security,
        my safety - myself... 

Would that I'd panic as quickly, Lord,
 would that I'd worry as greatly
  and search as diligently:
 
    - when I lose my connection with you
        when I'm "way too busy" to pray...
 
    - when I lose my sense of well-being
        when I fail to care for myself....
 
    - when I lose my sense of direction
         when I follow a foolish path... 
 
    - when I lose myself to sorrow
        when I cling to grief I won't let go...
 
    - when I lose my sense of purpose
        when I surrender to disappointment...
 
    - when I lose my faith in you
        when I narrow my trust in your care...
 
    - when I lose my hope for tomorrow
        when I surrender myself to the past...
 
    - when I lose my joy in living
        and I lock the door of my heart... 
 
Of all the things I think I need, 
  of all that I truly treasure,
let these things, Lord, be most important
  and my finding them my greatest joy:
    - my relationship with you 
    - the abiding gift of your mercy 
    - awareness of my personal dignity
    - trust in where you're leading me
    - living mindfully, in the moment
    - accepting the whole of my life as gift
    - trust in the breadth and depth of your love
    - faith that you're always with me
    - courage to open my soul to all love

Phones and wallets, keys and glasses,
    all these will pass, Lord, can be replaced  
so focus my heart on what really matters,
    help me treasure the greatest gifts,
and help me rejoice and share the good news
    when I've found what I thought I had lost...
 
And just one more thing, Lord:
    when I am lost and all alone,
        be like the shepherd who lost his sheep,
        like the woman who lost her coin,
    and search, search, search and search
        'til you've found me,
        'til I know, deep in my heart,
         that indeed, I have been found by you... 
 
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
    and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
    and asleep rest in your peace...

Amen.
 
Tonight's music comes not from the pages of scripture or a hymnal - but from hit Broadway musical.  I suspect the composers were writing about human friendship but as a believer, I can't help but think of God as the one who is always searching me out and finding me over and over again...
 
You Will Be Found from Dear Evan Hansen
 
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Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away
Maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay
'Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand
You can reach, reach out your hand

And oh, someone will come running
And I know, they'll take you home

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
And when you're broken on the ground
You will be found

So let the sun come streaming in
'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again
Lift your head and look around
You will be found

There's a place where we don't have to feel unknown
And every time that you call out
You're a little less alone
If you only say the word
From across the silence
Your voice is heard

And oh, someone will come running
Oh, they'll take you home

Even when the dark comes crashin' through
When you need a friend to carry you
When you're broken on the ground
You will be found!

So when the sun comes streaming in
'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again
If you only look around
You will be found
You will be found
You will be found

Out of the shadows
The morning is breaking
And all is new, all is new
It's filling up the empty
And suddenly I see that
All is new, all is new
You are not alone

Even when the dark comes crashin' through
When you need someone to carry you
When you're broken on the ground
You will be found!

So when the sun comes streaming in
'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again
If you only look around
You will be found

  

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Pause for Prayer: SUNDAY 8/23

 

One of the delights of being here in Georgetown, CO is sitting on my sister's porch and watching the hummingbirds come to the feeders.  They rarely feed in groups like this so I was pleased to catch this trio in a moment of sharing. I love this Mary Oliver poem - and thought my video and her verse might fill a pause for prayer this Sunday morning. (Click on the video [middle icon, lower right) to expand, for a closer look) 
 
As for life,
I’m humbled,
I’m without words  
sufficient to say
 
how it has been hard as flint,  
and soft as a spring pond,  
both of these  
and over and over,
 
and long pale afternoons besides, 
and so many mysteries  
beautiful as eggs in a nest,  
still unhatched
 
though warm and watched over  
by something I have never seen – 
 a tree angel, perhaps,  
or a ghost of holiness.
 
Every day I walk out into the world  
to be dazzled, then to be reflective.  
It suffices, it is all comfort –  
along with human love,
 
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,  
sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds  
flying among the scarlet flowers.  
There is hardly time to think about
 
stopping, and lying down at last 
to the long afterlife, to the tenderness  
yet to come, when  
time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
 
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves. 
As for death, 
I can’t wait to be the hummingbird,  
can you?

-  Mary Oliver 

  

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