Submitted by Ellen Forbes
“Catch Me in My
Scurrying”
Catch me in my
anxious scurrying, Lord, and hold me in this Lenten Season:
hold my feet to
the fire of your grace
and make me
attentive to my mortality
that I may begin
to die now
to those things
that keep me from living with you
and with my
neighbors on this earth;
to grudges and
indifference,
to certainties
that smother possibilities
to my
fascination with false securities,
to my arrogant
insistence on how it has to be;
to my corrosive
fear of dying someday
which eats away
the wonder of living this day,
and the
adventure of losing my life in order to find it in you….
Catch me in my
mindless scurrying, Lord, and hold me in this Lenten season;
hold my spirit
to the beacon of your grace and grant me light enough to walk boldly,
to feel
passionately,
to love
aggressively;
grant me peace
enough to want more,
to work for more
and to submit to
nothing less,
and to fear only
you...only you!
Bequeath me not
becalmed seas,
slack sails and
premature benedictions,
but breathe into
me a torment,
storm enough to
make within myself
and from myself,
something...
something new,
something
saving,
something true,
a gladness of
heart,
a pitch for a
song in the storm,
a word of praise
lived,
a gratitude
shared,
a cross dared,
a joy received.
from Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace: Prayers
for the Battle
Copyright 1984, 2005 –
Fortress Press
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