pat loughery

Go scratch an animal’s head today, in memory of St. Francis (whom the Celtic Christians widely assume was trained in a Celtic (or at least Celtic influenced) monastery.)

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.