All afternoon, I’ve been singing it. “Make me a channel of your peace…“ It’s always been a favorite, and today? Well, wow. Fitting.
I watched the events this afternoon, fingers flying on Skype with a group of dear friends. Protestant friends, every last one of ‘em.
“Oooo, check out the band!”
“He picked St. Francis because of his love of the poor.”
“Oh, he’s old like my grandma. She can still out walk all of us. He looks spry like her.”
“Yep, the Lord’s Prayer still has the same effect in another language.”
Scattered across the country, different backgrounds, spanning the political spectrum, and embracing various faith traditions, we laughed together. We discussed the moment and the history. Some of us even cried.
I felt safe in there, sharing this “pope watch” with friends who don’t share my faith tradition. It was beautiful. And hilarious.
I can’t help but think that’s what God wants from us. Respecting each other. Deeply caring about one another, even when we disagree. Especially when we disagree. Unconditional love.
I know little about Pope Francis, but I have hope for his tenure. Hope for understanding. Hope for respect. Hope for unity.
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen