Lord make me an instrument of your peace

 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love Toys in the rubble of bombing

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek

to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Amen.

Peace.  I’ve been thinking about this lately, meditating on it.  On my role is being God’s peace in the world.  I tend to respond to injury – mostly hurt feelings, often because I’m touchy about lots of things – with recriminations and smug guilt-based demands of repentance, rather than pardon.
It’s hard to give up –my selfish self wants “satisfaction”.  But I want to.  And it helps for me to remember that it’s a request – “LORD make me an instrument of your peace”.   I’m not much good at peace changes on my own.
Actually, it’s only God-working-in-me that gives me any hope at all.  But that hope is deep and richly satisfied, over and over again.

(Incidentally, the prayer is commonly attributed to St. Francis – the original author is actually unknown.  That always makes me wonder if it was written by a woman…)