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Friday, December 13, 2013

A Christmas Prayer Leaving for Work

The following was my workday Christmas prayer yesterday. In it I close with mention of blessed angels. It is my belief that angels on earth are simply anointed and empowered human beings with beneficent tasks set for them by our Heavenly Father. In my view there are many of them.

Dear Heavenly Father

I am off to work today—on a minuscule speck in your universe.

I will be mired in detail now and then, and sometimes under great pressure to perform.

I will sometimes make mistakes and sometimes work under trial and error—it seems sometimes a lot of error.

Sometimes I will get angry with a co-worker or with a customer—sometimes I can't think that others are always right. Sometimes the atmosphere will be strained. Sometimes I will even be angry the way people treat others.

I will occasionally be judgmental in the sense I will feel superior. Father, reprimand me immediately—don't ever let me get by with such crap.

Lord you know well that I am blessed with immeasurably more than I deserve. While I sometimes must fixate on the “little picture” there is also the “big picture.” I believe totally in the fruit of the Spirit—love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. I know this is what I should do, but cannot do without your help. I pledge to strive for it. Come into my heart oh Lord, for you will need to redeem me from myself a thousand times today. And redeem my perception oh Lord from blindness which hounds me constantly.

Now Father, help me to remember that no matter how important work and immediate tasks are, that your purpose and mission for me—and everyone else—immensely transcends the walls of this little building on planet earth. Help me to remember that innocent children are relentlessly being hurt. That injustices are everywhere—probably the most important ones I'm totally blind to.

I know you have purpose for me though I might not always perceive it. I will trust you to sort things out that are beyond me—like why republicans and democrats must always fight—each and every one all the while following their best lights. Maybe you have a purpose for conflict. Maybe you know that humans in an unadulterated “yes right on” atmosphere would end in disaster and everybody run off a cliff.

Well, Lord I cannot end a Christmas prayer without thanking you for my mother and dad—who prayed for me even before I was born. (I have since learned that some unborn babies suffer an addiction-filled womb.) Lord move me to pay back all the days of my life for all those blessed angels that have ministered to me in the past and do so daily and will so until you take me home.

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