The following
was my workday Christmas prayer yesterday. In it I close with
mention of blessed angels. It is my belief that angels on earth are
simply anointed and empowered human beings with beneficent tasks
set for them by our Heavenly Father. In my view there are many of
them.
Dear
Heavenly Father
I
am off to work today—on a minuscule speck in your universe.
I
will be mired in detail now and then, and sometimes under great
pressure to perform.
I
will sometimes make mistakes and sometimes work under trial and
error—it seems sometimes a lot of error.
Sometimes
I will get angry with a co-worker or with a customer—sometimes I
can't think that others are always right. Sometimes the atmosphere
will be strained. Sometimes I will even be angry the way people
treat others.
I
will occasionally be judgmental in the sense I will feel superior.
Father, reprimand me immediately—don't ever let me get by with such
crap.
Lord
you know well that I am blessed with immeasurably more than I
deserve. While I sometimes must fixate on the “little picture”
there is also the “big picture.” I believe totally in the fruit
of the Spirit—love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness,
faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. I know this is what I
should do, but cannot do without your help. I pledge to strive for
it. Come into my heart oh Lord, for you will need to redeem me from
myself a thousand times today. And redeem my perception oh Lord from
blindness which hounds me constantly.
Now
Father, help me to remember that no matter how important work and
immediate tasks are, that your purpose and mission for me—and
everyone else—immensely transcends the walls of this little
building on planet earth. Help me to remember that innocent children
are relentlessly being hurt. That injustices are everywhere—probably
the most important ones I'm totally blind to.
I
know you have purpose for me though I might not always perceive it. I
will trust you to sort things out that are beyond me—like why
republicans and democrats must always fight—each and every one all
the while following their best lights. Maybe you have a purpose for
conflict. Maybe you know that humans in an unadulterated “yes
right on” atmosphere would end in disaster and everybody run off a
cliff.
Well,
Lord I cannot end a Christmas prayer without thanking you for my
mother and dad—who prayed for me even before I was born. (I have
since learned that some unborn babies suffer an addiction-filled
womb.) Lord move me to pay back all the days of my life for all
those blessed angels that have ministered to me in the past and do so
daily and will so until you take me home.
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