“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6
My child is yet a child, though it is the tween years and suddenly, “No one understands me,” is heard with great passion. While our adult voices may not speak these words, so often, we feel we lack understanding. No one gets us; we are unknowable- mostly to ourselves and moreover to our inability (or refusal) to come to terms with our desires, to express our wants, to acknowledge our needs. We mope in misunderstood, when God’s grace calls us to draw near to each other and to reach through our humanness toward Spirit.
And so it is St. Francis’s prayer that comes to mind and is tender in heart; through others- we know ourselves, through experience by way of the gift of our neighbors. We are not the point—being understood does little; it is understanding.
In this season of preparation and waiting for the Prince of Peace, may we take heart in each other and give full voice to prayer and act so as to become an instrument of Christ.
The Prayer of St. Francis
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;
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.
submitted by Trish Dowd Kelne