On the Ninth Day of Christmas…

#9 in the Christmastide Prayers for Peace Series

Find a quiet place and invite the God of your understanding into this moment and space made sacred by Love. When ready, return to your journal and write the St. Francis Prayer from its beginning and through the next prayer in the series.

Lord, make me a channel of thy peace – that where there is hatred, I may bring love – that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness – that where there is discord, I may bring harmony – that where there is error, I may bring truth – that where there is despair, I may bring hope – that where there are shadows, I may bring light – that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.

Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted.

I definitely notice, and feel in my body, a shift in perspective as I read and write this next line of prayer. It feels a little like moving from the backset of the car—where my view was blocked by the naugahyde seatback three feet in front of me—to a wider-open 180° view from the front passenger seat.

With this broader perspective, everything feels a little bigger and more grownup, and if I am honest—sightly uncomfortable. In my imagination I roll the window down, look all around me, and notice: hey, there’s a whole world out here. There are others who are like me and those who are not—living in situations and circumstances I relate to, and don’t.

I return to the prayer as it is written and as it lands in my journal and heart.

Does God believe in my spiritual maturity to such a degree as to ask me to think of, and care for, others? Am I willing to give comfort when my initial, and maybe more childish desire is to be comforted? Do I feel a resistance to give away what I might most crave, or need, for myself?

Listen to the words in the prayer, and the words inside of you. Write them down. Thank them. And, if there is silence, allow yourself to sit in the familiar comfort of these words of peace.

CONVERSATION STARTERS

COMFORT. Can I trust the abundance of The Comforter to run out of me but to not run out
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“O that our hearts were enlarged in love to God, that we might turn inward, to the blessed comforter, that the blessed Jesus said the Father would send.”-Elias Hicks, Traveling Quaker Minister (1748-1830)

*Prayer of St. Francis, as presented in ‘Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions‘
Lord, make me a channel of thy peace – that where there is hatred, I may bring love – that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness – that where there is discord, I may bring harmony – that where there is error, I may bring truth – that where there is doubt, I may bring faith – that where there is despair, I may bring hope – that where there are shadows, I may bring light – that where there is sadness, I may bring joy. Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted – to understand, than to be understood – to love, than to be loved. For it is by self-forgetting that one finds. It is by forgiving that one is forgiven. It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life. Amen.


NOTES: This is a public forum and comments and questions are always welcome, but please be thoughtful and respectful to the journey for yourself and for others. Please also know that I welcome hearing from you directly about your thoughts, comments, questions and suggestions during and after this Christmastide season. www.theresa@theresawyatt.com

3 thoughts on “On the Ninth Day of Christmas…

  1. Two are better than one….for if they fall, one will lift up the other (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10). That’s comfort in the practical sense.

  2. Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted.

    The word seek is a key for me. As a person who is on a journey where others look for comfort from my service, I seek comfort daily. There are times when I need(stress on need) comfort in the hour or minute by minute. When I consider the “Call” my trust is that the Comforter is present and available at the mention of his name. My faith is not only in His availability but in His willingness to open His arms and let me stay there if only for a moment (sometimes longer).

    This is my Help (Ezra) to not serve from an empty vessel but be full for those He brings into my presence. Reality for me is He is their Help and mine. It keeps me in the place of the instrument of His peace.

    Blessings and peace

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