Christ The Redeemer

Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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 to eternal life.

-St. Francis


“Forgive , daily, those who caused the wounds that keep you from wholeness.  Increasingly, I find God uses our wounds in His service.  By harboring blame for those who casued them, I slow the act of redemption that can bring healing. ” – Phillip Yancey



Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.”


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