I was meditating yesterday and had a thought about how most people have to constantly work to be in the NOW. Like we have to try and remember to be unafraid of what life is showing us right now. Why do we make it so complicated? All this work each day to live in awareness? Prayers. Rituals. Routines. What if all we had to remember to be in the NOW is that we have already WON? (“Now” spelled backwards) No work. No complicated time consuming steps. No proving our worth to feed the ego. What if we just have to remember that it was all decided long ago. (The “we” being all of humanity.) We WON. Right NOW.
I recently ran across my copy of “A Pocket Guide To Prayer” by Steve Harper. It was given to me as a gift by Steve in 2011 and has often literally found a place in my back pocket. I am pretty sure I had very little idea how to use it at the time and still wonder to this day. I do try though.
I opened up the book to a random page when I found it and the prayer was just what I needed. Thought I’d share it here.
I use this blog as a buffer for my religious and spiritual journey. It is what it is. Thank you for the gift Steve. It continues to give.
“Oh Christ, I realize that comparing myself with others is the way of death. because my ego will quickly provide a list of persons to whom I think I am superior. Forgive me for the pride that rises up when I make superficial and false comparisons. Forgive me for having done this in relation to ( ).
I also understand that the way of life is to compare myself with you. Immediately, I find humility rising up in me, and that is exactly what I need. I acknowledge that I can never be you, but I take great joy in knowing that I can be “like” you; indeed, that you have made me to be so. I accept that likeness in my relationship with you, while at the same time refusing to play God in relation to others. Amen.”
“O Lord my God, where have I been sleeping? What have I been doing? How slowly I awaken once again to the barrenness of my life and its confusion. You will forgive me if it is often that way—I do not mean it to be. How little faith there has been in me—how inert have been my hours of solitude, how my time has been wasted. You will forgive me if next week, too, my time is all wasted and I am once again in confusion. But at least this afternoon, sitting on a boulder among the birches, I thought with compunction of Your love. . . . And again tonight, by the gatehouse, I thought of the hope You have planted in our hearts.”
~ Thomas Merton, A Search For Solitude
Painting by Stanislav Yulianovich Zhukovsky (1926)