Lord, have mercy
It's Good Friday.
I've hardly given a thought to Holy Week. It's been rush, rush, rush to get things done, to run from one job to another. By the time I get home at night, I'm good for nothing.
I've hardly stopped to pray, to meditate, to do any of the things I want to do during Holy Week. It's all just sliding past.
Yet, I feel his presence. He's here with me, knowing I will turn to him sooner or later.
Yes, Lord, here I am. I'm sorry I haven't been listening. I'm sorry I haven't been asking.
I don't know what you want me to do; I don't know what you want for me right now. I promise to spend more time seeking your presence and your counsel. I promise to listen and to heed.
Lord, have mercy on me.
7 comments:
I think this is how it is for a lot of us Saint Pat. Since singing and praying don't pay the bills, we keep on working from one job to the next as you say. I imagine Jesus understands. He seems to have been on the side of the workers most of all.
Thanks for speaking to this very real part of Holy Week... the fact that many of us are just too tired of the daily death required to survive to spend much energy on the church's idea of what is holy.
Hey,Saint Pat, I tagged you over at my place my place. I hope you can play.
Lindy
I guess the first Holy Week wasn't one of quiet reflection also...
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Hey Pat, are you okay and just busy?
Just checking in.
Padre Mickey
ST. Pat, come back, we miss you!!!!
Good Friday is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaY ovah!!
Where are U?!?
Dear Saint Pat,
How about just a quick post to let us know that you're OK?
You're not in prison are you?
LIndy
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