Sunday, February 20, 2011

“When was the last time any of us here prayed for Osama Bin Laden?”

Ouch! Prayer is hard work! The Deacon's Bench reminds us that today's Gospel reading holds us all to a very high standard. "When was the last time any of us here prayed for Osama Bin Lidin?"

Not me, Lord! I've been too busy patting myself on the back for my constant prayers for those adorably cute babies in the Children's National Hospital NICU ward.

'Cause it's easy to pray for adorably innocent babies, even if they happen to have "unadorable" yellowish green NG tubes coming out of their nose.

It's much harder to pray for angry guys from foreign lands who desire to plant explosives on my local Metro Redline.

And I'd argue that praying for abstract enemies who hate my country and desire to blow up my children on the Redline Metro, are far easier to pray for and far easier to love, than my more personal enemies in real life who seem to get kicks and giggles from their emotional sucker punches to me, my kids and my spouse.

Jesus lays done the line clearly for us -- LOVE YOUR ENEMIES! Pray for them!

We all know that I'm a major sinner in the "Christian who lacks meekness" department.

Guess I just got my prayer project for Lent!


  1. Not by name, though I did manage to pray for my enemies (generic) today after those AWESOME readings.

  2. Ever since I became a mother almost 6 years ago, I began to see everyone as someone's baby once upon a time. I can honestly say that for a while I did pray for Osama bin Laden by name. There was a time in my when I wished horrible things for him. He is not foremost in my mind right now, but I do pray daily for the enemies of our nation, the enemies of the Church, and for the enemies of morality, namely pornographers and the like.

    I'm amazed at how my view of the world changed once I became a mother.

  3. A friend of mine was killed on UAL 93. She died terrified but praying and sorrowful that she would never see her sons grow up. Generic is all I can manage so far.

    I am not quite evolved enough to mention Atta et al. by name.

  4. I guess my 5-year-old son does every night in a way - he prays for "all bad people to become good." =)

  5. My problem is usually the opposite. I often find it easier to forgive and pray for those who have done me a big wrong, but I don't interact with daily, than those whom do me little wrongs but whom I actually love dearly. I'm not sure why, but it probably comes down to pride - like everything else! It feels so good and holy to forgive the big stuff, and the small stuff seems to trivial to really count.

    Another - hopefully a little better - reason is that I truly have deep pity for the "big" sinners I have to forgive, like my sisters' rapists or the abortionist a few blocks away, because I feel like they have nothing. They don't know and love God; they truly are miserable and pitiable. My husband and kids, on the other hand, don't get that deep sympathy from me because I don't find their overall state in life as sympathetic.

  6. Cathy, I'm so sorry for your loss. I'll pray for your friends soul and the comfort of her dear boys.

    Maria, that is so interesting! In a similar manner, I find it difficult to say "sorry" to my spouse and my kids for my little sins. I can apologize for my big mess-ups, but I'm not as remorseful about the little hurts since my family "should already know how much I love them" and that "I'm good on most days." Yet its in the little things that we show our faithfulness to God. Food for thought!