I had a blinding flash of the obvious when Pope Francis was visiting here. He stopped at a crowd of people, all of them screaming and waving at him. He grasped one man's hand and said, "Pray for me. Will you do that? Will you pray for me?"
I was touched to my toes, and I realized that he was asking all the people in that crowd...no, he was asking all the people everywhere...to pray for him. Which I took to mean, pray that he know God's will for him and that he have the power to carry that out.
I pray that prayer for the entire world every morning and have for years. At the same time, I pray that prayer for three particular friends, for a person I less than love, for the son of a friend, and for Pope Francis.
I used to say voluminous prayers for others...individualized, specific to the comma and well-meaning as only a fanatic can be. Like to wore myself out. I finally accepted the instructions I had been given originally; i.e., get, and stay!, out of God's way. What a gift when I realized I can only get in God's way in my own head. My reasoning mind links up with my ego, and there it is: I See Me...doing my thinking for me yet again.
Keep it simple...love and laugh.
Thank you.
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