I quoted this prayer on Sunday during my sermon. It is from Guerrillas of Grace by Ted Loder. I have been asked to share it again. I will do so today.
O Persistent God, deliver me from assuming your mercy is gentle.
Pressure me that I may grow more human, not through the lessening of my struggles, but through an expansion of them that will unbury my gifts.
Deepen my hurt, until I learn to share it and myself openly, and my needs honestly.
Sharpen my fears until I name them and release the power I have locked in them and they in me.
Accentuate my confusion until I shed those grandiose expectations that divert me from the small, glad gifts of the here and the now.
Expose my shame where it shivers, crouched behind the curtains of propriety, until I can at last laugh through my common frailties and failures, laugh my way toward becoming whole.
Deliver me from just going through the motions and wasting everything I have which is today, a chance, a choice, my creativity, my call.
O Persistent God, pry me off dead center so if I am moved inside to tears, or sighs, or screams, or smiles, or dreams they will be real and I will in touch with who I am ma, and who you are, and who my are my sisters and brothers.
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