Posted on 07/01/2010 9:03:55 AM PDT by Mad Dawg
Rafael Cardinal Merry del Val
O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being despised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of suffering rebukes, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being ridiculed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being wronged, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me, Jesus.
That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease,Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I,
provided that I may become
as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
Dominicus Gabriel Mariae
O most gracious Lord Jesus:
To redeem an undeserving humanity
You gave up everything you had.
In your mercy, grant us the grace
of despising all things but you
and your love
That we may know the joy
you brought to us
through your dolorous Passion
and Death,
Who live and reign in might and bliss
with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
One God, in everlasting glory.
Good morning.
From the desire of being thin, deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being mistaken for my children’s grandmother, deliver me, Jesus.
That others may go to the gym and collect compliments while I stay home and do laundry, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
Dear Tax-Chick:
That’s actually beautiful!
“Kid, you know how I got to be this boring? Raising YOU!”
May God grant us the grace to welcome the scars of the wounds we took in our service of Him.
Good morning! This is your “I slept in because the cat woke me up in the middle of the night and then I had a sinus headache” wake-up call. Day 8.
I did fail in humility yesterday. I mean I guess I fail every day, but I failed big time yesterday.
“So I ask blessed Mary ever Virgin, all the angels and saints, and you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God.”
Suggested words:
Lord, he’s a bozo. You know it; we know it. Sometimes you give him the grace to know it himself. “But thou art the same Lord whose property it is always to have mercy.” So cut him a break and restore him in your dearly beloved Son, our Savior Jesus Christ.
Good morning. Just reading a bit of Burns before breakfast.
Last verse of “To a Louse”
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion!
You may have failed in humility yesterday, but I fail every day. I’m not playing a game of “humbler than thou,” I’m really a mess. As everyone knows. :(
At weekday masses I try to find some shady corner in which to park the corpse, because my histrionic vanity leads me to distract myself with wondering what others think of me as I pray! Ick!
I am so grateful that God spares me the thunder bolt, or the gaping open unzipped fly, or any of a host of embarrassments I so richly deserve.
Burns before breakfast could be a little scary, although not as terrifying as Pat’s and Tom’s poetic efforts when one hasn’t eaten.
I was just thinking, that to pray these intentions is great, but if they remain abstractions, instead of something concrete in our daily mess, the impact will be limited.
If I say, “From the desire of being consulted, deliver me, Jesus,” and then “What didn’t you check with me before you agreed to Whatever?!?” ... well, there’s a gap.
As Mrs. Don-o said, we all say we want to be humble, but none of us wants to be humiliated!
Must....not....answer....!
God bless, FRiend, and thanks again for this great thread. It is more important than you know.
Amen.
God loves me SO MUCH that daily, He attends to cutting my pride, which grows like a weed. Do I like Him? Not always. But I love Him beyond words.
I sometimes remember to be grateful when the little boys act like monsters (dinosaurs ... specific dinosaurs with polysyllabic Greek names and precise periods of prominence about which we have to argue in piercing alien voices, with obstreperous gestures) .... where was I?
Oh, right, because if they didn't act up, the congregation might think we're really terrifically holy, and we might think so ourselves, instead of recognizing that we're all just helpless sinners in need of laughing at (and praying for) ourselves and each other.
Oh, now you’re making my nose run!
AMEN!
Speaking of weeds, yardowrk calls before it gets too hot for the baby to be out. Now where are his shoes? I’ll bet Michelle Duggar can always find her kids’ shoes ...
Pets waking you up in the night is the worst. Especially when you have freshly poured concrete in the back yard and you have to keep them off of it (I hear that the concrete guys had to smooth over paw prints yesterday).
Okay, off to the office. May God grant you the grace to fight the good fight and not give in to the power of the dark side. Way too much Star Wars over the weekend.
That's the part that slays me every time. The tendency is always to find the excuse for my behavior, and when it's phrased such, there's no escape except to the mercy of God. Which of course is the whole idea.
For our non-Catholic friends, here is the confiteor, said at the beginning of Mass:
I confess to almighty God,
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have sinned through my own fault,
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done, and in what I have failed to do;
and I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin,
all the angels and saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord our God.
I have thought of it often when reading this forum.
One who does not wish to be humiliated should humiliate himself ... it would at least render the matter predictable.
Isn't that what we do in Confession, anyway?
Me too. May your day be filled with blessings.
Lowlier than thou!
Sometimes, some of the psalms help.
Good morning Mad Dawg - thanks for the ping.
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