Catch me in my anxious scurrying, Lord
and hold me in this Lenten season:
hold my feet to the fire of Your Grace
and make me attentive to my mortality
that I may begin to die now to those things
that keep me from with You and with my neighbors on this earth;
to grudges and indifference,
to certainties that smother possibilities,
to my fascination with false securities,
to my addiction to sweatless dreams,
to my arrogant insistence on how it has to be,
to my corrosive fear of dying someday which eats away
the wonder of living this day,
and the adventure of losing my life in order to find You.
Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace