Go to In The Hole
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I did, padre. Children's prayers in innocence, change our hearts.
My prayer on my altar here at home says, "Lord, help me live from day to day in such a self-forgetful way, that even when I kneel to pray, my prayer shall be for others." And I must be reminded as I buy lottery tickets and pray to win and other silly things. I am blessed beyond all despair over what I might lack in my life.
We are rich who have families, pets to care for and to love us back, friends who help and need help and work to keep us busy and moving forward in a productive way. I am rich.
posted by
benzinha
on August 7, 2005 at 10:20 PM
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Ay benzinha,
you said it. Read my response to mcbreeze.
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on August 7, 2005 at 8:52 AM
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mcbreeze
I wrote about the boy and his prayer because I know that even in my years as a priest, I have never prayed that way although I may be preoccupied about the same thing. It is as if, I've censored even my prayers to God to make them sound "proper." The boy felt the need, formulated it and expressed it as simply as he would before someone he trusts. He shames me you know.
By the way, his little brother is OK. I visited this afternoon and I watched them play marbles together.
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on August 7, 2005 at 8:51 AM
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padrecito, children's prayers are subject specific and from the heart.
My grandchildren pray over my old doggie and their requests for her to stay and play and guard them and unconditionally accept them when naughty or nice, are touching. Luckily, we all have food and medicine.
I find that I pray for patience. Two of my new Indian figurines of husbands and wives sitting on the edges of shelves, fell off just as I was photographing them in a freak wind surge. Two married couples survived, but the Apaches are dead and in dozens of pieces.
I shall add Junil and his neighbors to my prayers each day. Most of my prayers and sorrow this week have gone to those in Niger and anywhere else that people are dying unnecessarily of hunger and disease.
I think of myself as poor because I am by my city's standards, but I have so much more than the poor anywhere else. I am blessed. Bless us, everyone, padrecito.
posted by
benzinha
on August 6, 2005 at 11:17 AM
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Yeah ...
really puts life in perspective.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 5, 2005 at 8:09 AM
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friar-tuck
that i think is beautiful, and maybe others should read it and realise how lucky they are, to not be feeling how that little boy`s heart must be feeling.x
posted by
mcbreeze
on August 5, 2005 at 7:51 AM
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