Ronald Raab, C.S.C.,serves as religious superior at Holy Cross House, a medical and retirement home for the Congregation of Holy Cross, Notre Dame, Indiana
For all who lead us in faith. May Francis, our Pope, and __, our Bishop live in the joy of Christ’s presence in the Eucharist. May they feed all people who long for hope and daily sustenance.
We pray to the Lord.
For people searching to make sense out of life. May the Eucharist offer us wisdom to shelter the discouraged of heart. May wisdom flourish in our lives as we feast at the altar of salvation.
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For the good and well-being of our earth. May we learn to cultivate our soil with care for food for the future. May our earthly home continue to provide for our lives and for our children’s future.
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For our common hunger of integrity and justice. May we feed on all good as we seek work, family life, and education in our daily lives. May God nurture us with eternal hope.
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For people who serve our common good. May farmers, construction workers, administrators, housekeepers, food service employees, all find sufficient daily wage and joy in their essential service.
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For our children who prepare for another school year. May our young discover their true gifts. May their talents be nourished and supported by teachers and family members.
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For our politicians and those who seek service in public life. May we benefit from their integrity and their lives committed to our common good.
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For wisdom upon the earth. May our every action, our education, our careers, our vocations all reflect heavenly wisdom. May the wise teach us how to live and how love.
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For our beloved dead. May God receive our loved ones who have died. May wisdom flourish in us who long for such a place in the kingdom. We pray to the Lord.
Let us pray for our religious leaders. May Francis, our Pope, and ___, our Bishop find purpose in the love of God. May all who lead us in faith enjoy the fruits of the Holy Spirit.
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Let us pray for reconciliation and peace. May harmony be manifest among quarrelling neighbors and justice become a bridge between waring nations.
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Let us pray to be imitators of God and seekers of love. May we grow in wisdom and courage and resist all resentment and bitterness of heart.
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Let us resist all false anger and reviling. May our harsh words be replaced with joy in life and in our service among people.
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Let us pray for healthy food and rich nutrition. May adequate and genuine food be provided in every nation. May we learn the value of food as medicine for health and healing.
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Let us pray for a rich homelife for all families. May family members share stories of their day and listen to the miracles of one another at common tables. May we be warmed by genuine conversation and good listening.
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Let us pray to be attentive to people most in need. May people struggling to find affordable housing be offered safe shelter and hope for the future.
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Let us pray to examine our conscience in God’s mercy. May we express our sorrow among those who grieve. May we reconcile among people we have hurt. May we live in the gifts of the Holy Spirit all our days.
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Let us pray for people who have journeyed home to God. May our beloved dead find joy in God’s eternal kingdom.
For courage in our Church. May God endow Pope Francis and ___, our Bishop with joy from the Eucharist to serve beyond measure the people of the world.
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For a deeper reverence toward the Sacred Eucharist. May God’s presence be in our hearts as we break bread and share the mystery of love in our world.
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For a new vision of hope in our world. May we seek gospel justice and integrity in our every action on the earth.
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For people starving for kindness. May we let go of false judgements of people and gladden the lives of our neighbors.
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For people ravaged by storms, floods and droughts. May we work diligently to house people who have lost homes from natural disasters throughout the world.
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For bread bakers, restaurant owners, and food delivery drivers. May all who embark to feed others find consolation, satisfaction and safety in their livelihood.
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For people suffering from ill health and body pain. May we all seek the healing grace of God and help our neighbor in time of need.
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For children who are malnourished throughout the world. May we feed our next generation with sufficient bread and sufficient hope for their future. May we learn to feast on God’s care and protection.
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For our relatives and friends who have died. May our beloved dead find eternal life in the beauty of God’s eternal face.
Let us pray for all leaders of faith. May Francis, our Pope, and ___, our Bishop, find true spiritual food in prayer and service among all people.
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Let us pray for enduring and lasting peace on the earth. May waring nations find the food of freedom for all people. May hope be our true food.
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Let us pray for people enduring summer storms and violent weather. May farmlands be saved, and homes be refurbished. May people be nourished with true hope for the future.
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Let us pray for adequate rest and new perspectives in summer months. May God inspire us to pray as we spend time in nature’s beauty. May God open our hearts so we may surrender to the richness of the earth.
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Let us pray for people imprisoned in sorrow and in jails. May God free all people to know love, support and courage. May God feed us in our journey toward freedom.
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Let us pray for children who ache to be heard and seen. May our youth who have been abused find hope and courage to live productive lives.
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Let us pray for people who are starving for shelter, healthcare, education and adequate food. May God inspire the world to provide the basics of life for all people. May we work daily for such nourishment.
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Let us pray for all people in nursing homes and hospitals. May all the ill find loving care and protection as they heal in mind, body and soul.
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Let us pray for our loved ones who have died. May we walk to their graves in these summer months with hope and peace. May God bring them home to see the face of Christ Jesus.
Originally published in Celebrate Magazine, March 2010. I ran across this article again this week. It is one that expresses my conversion in the Eucharist. Here, at the altar, I see my place among those who teach me what life is and what faith is all about. Enjoy.
I often feel embarrassed standing at the altar alone on Sunday morning. I lift my arms out from my sides, hold my palms up and offer verbal prayers on behalf of the community. My body assumes this posture while everyone in the community is kneeling. I sense my feet on the ground, my hands raised up, my voice projecting and so often I feel alone.
I experience this deep loneliness because I take seriously this responsibility to offer people’s lives to God. When I feel my arms weaken and hear my voice quiver, I know that the emotional weight of people’s lives bears down on me. Every Sunday I feel this profound body workout as I lift up my heart in prayer standing at the altar of celebration and communion.
Ministering among people who suffer poverty and loss in our urban parish has formed in me a deeper understanding of celebrating Eucharist. Praying with people who have no power in our culture strips me of any assumption that being at the altar is about my own authority, talent or ego. I come to realize that the gesture of opening my arms in prayer is my real work, my daily confrontation with God and myself.
At the altar I come to grips with the fact that people suffer beyond my ability to offer solace, change or even consolation. Praying amid people suffering homelessness connects me to real human need. Here, I am united in heart and soul with people who kneel in prayer. I do not think more of myself as the only person standing.
Looking into the faces of people bent over the pews during Mass changes me. I stand at the altar on behalf of people who do not know where to turn with their pain, uncertainty and challenges of life. I feel in my bones a deep connection to people’s unanswered questions. I pray every Sunday that there will be enough grace to fill the void in every heart.
I look to the Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ for solace among people starving for the basic needs of life. The disciples knew of the hunger of the crowd gathered to hear Jesus. They approached him, scratching their heads about how to feed the vast number of people. Jesus tells the disciples to give people food, taking responsibility for helping people get through their hunger. Of course the disciples complain to Jesus that only a few loaves of bread and a couple of fish will not be enough. Jesus offers a blessing on the measly portions. Everyone finds satisfaction, and leftovers fill twelve baskets.
I complain weekly to Jesus that people need more than what I can offer them. In our small parish, hunger for companionship fills the chapel on Sunday. I often wonder if Jesus is listening to the parents who have just lost their lonely, gay son to suicide. I question the compassion of Christ when I hear of the gang rape of a teenager after a school dance. I want Jesus to be around for the elderly man who was beaten by his son for a measly inheritance.
Standing at the altar on Sunday, I feel the weight of all these needs on my outstretched arms. This is the heavy lifting of my ministry as a priest. I learn from the hungry disciples to bring these needs to the person of Jesus. I trust even in moments of profound hunger and need that together we will all be fed; we will all discover love and we will all find the healing we need.
As I pray at the altar on Sunday, I also view people torn apart by the judgment of other people and the condemnation of society. This need for reconciliation bears down even more on my extended arms and open hands. I realize every Sunday that my posture at the altar remains so countercultural. Here, my open hands must also be a gesture of hospitality and welcome. This goes against our human instincts to clench our fists at drug users, prostitutes, street teens or people who threaten the status quo.
In Luke’s Gospel, a woman comes uninvited to the home of a Pharisee. She arrives with an alabaster flask of ointment because she knows that Jesus is dining there. Her reputation as an outcast threatens everyone. She bends down to the feet of Jesus and weeps. She dries his feet with her long hair and kisses them. She anoints the person of Jesus, the feet of the Savior. She peels off the labels that people have placed on her as she reveals the love within her. Her action of love and tenderness becomes our moment of reconciliation.
I learn from this woman that if I am to remain at the altar with open-handed prayer, I must also wash the feet of our culture’s outcasts. I must learn even more to bridge the gaps among people who judge others. I must anoint people’s fear when unkind labels condemn them. I must kiss the feet of people abused by our society’s outpouring of hate.
My arms outstretched in prayer modeling the sign of the Crucified also tells me that I must take up my cross daily. I carry this burden when I welcome the lost sheep and embrace the homeless veteran. This heavy lifting will never end. I see in my gestures at the altar on Sunday the connection of how I live the limits of my life during the week. I discover at the altar that I am to lose my life in order to save it.
I understand now amid drug users and people suffering mental illness that standing at the altar on Sunday is not just a perfunctory rubric. This is the place of genuine love. Jesus tells me to keep my hand on the plow and never look back. So I keep my arms out from my side and my palms empty. I keep my eyes on the faces of people kneeling in the pews. I enter more deeply into my loneliness and discover again the people of God, the Body of Christ.
Broken But Not Divided 