My Defense of Love: Part One
The Prayer of St. Francis has one particular phrase that has always captured my attention. (The whole prayer is beautiful and arresting, mind you, but this portion is – for me – particularly fascinating.)
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.
Prayer and Priesthood
He stared at me for what felt like half-an-hour, his face gradually taking on the form of a warm smile. He put his hand on my shoulder and in that rolling, Jamaican cadence replied,
“Just keep praying! Become a man of prayer. I know it sounds simple, but it’s true. Keep praying, and it will all turn out right.”