Dear God, I mouth the words of love and service, but my inner heart is too often empty. I look out upon the world with a numb, calculating soul. I look for advantage in every event. I assess my ranking among my fellows. I look for evidence of eminence.
Lord, let these self-seeking motives slip away. Let me look upon events with one thing in mind: Where is the opportunity to be of help? Let me see these as your true gifts – not a peaceful feeling, not elation, not even health.
No, your gifts are the myriad opportunities you present to me to be useful and responsible in my day to day life, to be helpful to my fellows. My fellows, the very ones my misshapen heart seeks to surpass. Let me be just one among a number of equally ordinary souls.