A Word from Dean: A Prayer We Take to Heart

Friends, several of you have asked for a copy of the anonymous “Prayer of an Aging Woman,” from last Sunday’s sermon. As I said, may it become a prayer we take to heart - no matter our years.

         Lord, you know better than I know myself that I am growing older, and will some day be old.  Keep me from getting talkative, and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

         Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.  Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy.  With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but you know Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.  Keep my mind from the recital of endless details - give me wings to come to the point.

         I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others’ pains.  But seal my lips on my own aches and pains; they are increasing, and the love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.  Help me to endure them with patience.

         I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.  Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken.

         Keep me reasonably sweet.  I do not want to be a saint - some of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.  

         Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people.  And give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.

 May it be so for you and for me.

Dean