Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all who love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
(attributed to St Patrick)
I find myself frustratingly wordless, so I use the above to express some of my hope for this coming year. I am all too aware of my wants and my wantings – that which I lack in strength and character. I am all too aware of my weakness and my apathy – all that I could choose to be, and yet do not. I am all too aware of the emptiness of my hands – so little to give, compared with what I have been given. I am all too aware of the weariness that threatens to consume me – and eats at my hope like a hungry predator.
So I make my offering with limp, empty hands – such as I am, I attempt to give you. Where I hold back, forgive me, and teach me how to let go.
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