This past Monday I attended the annual 9/11 Remembrance Ceremony in my hometown. Sometimes the events of that horrific day seem like a lifetime ago, and at other times, just yesterday. The Fire and Police Department chaplain ended the ceremony by reading one of my most favorite prayers.
I’ve been carrying this slightly edited version of it with me these last few months.
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; it is in dying to self that we are born again to eternal life.