In our daily lives we often forget that You are always here, always near.
It is hard for us, often, to escape the ritual, the Sunday Mass and Worship,
the various commitments we have to the churches we attend,
and in our actions these forms of remembrance become empty and disconnected.
But did you not Jesus, in the garden, humble yourself to pray?
Did you not, Dear Lord, on the Cross, pray for the forgiveness of those who “do not know what they do”?
If Jesus could humble himself to pray, with heart and vigor and passion, and He is the Son of God, then can we not humble ourselves to pray, with passion, to our Lord in Heaven, asking for his help on our part and for those sinners who need Him now?
Jesus,
We pray to you this day for the wisdom to know the words,
We pray for the compassion to send our love, to you Christ, on the part of those we love.
We remember the stranger, the orphan, the widow – and we remember them in prayer.
We pray for guidance and grace, so that we can forgive others, as we ourselves are forgiven.
There’s an old school house in the parking lot, almost as if it’s on display, a monument, to a time now forgotten. Next to this is the “New Granada Jr High”, flashy and modern and plastic and aluminum.
With the old school house – there’s more “outside” than “inside”. You get the sense that it’s a limited space, but still a space of control – without any pretense.
The new school has it all. Food, fun, sports, drugs. The new school is a place you can dump your kid for the day.
The old school house had a way out for every room.
The new school house has a way in for every kid, and no way out.
“YOU want to live in a prison, with other prisoners, and shove dildos up your butt cracks all day, I want to live in a free country. We are not the same.” – Dr. Freckles
