In a week when I have felt incredibly weak and wobbly, this poem just expresses perfectly my gratitude to him who ‘though he was rich, for my sake, became poor’. It’s so good and so appropriate for Maundy Thursday, I won’t say anymore – thanks Jules for passing it along.
I thank you for becoming weak, Lord Jesus,
so I don’t have to be strong.
I thank you for being willing to be considered imperfect and strange,
so I do not have to be perfect and normal.
I thank you, Jesus, for being willing to be disapproved of,
so I do not have to try so hard to be approved and liked.
I thank you for being considered a failure,
so I do not have to give my life trying to pretend I’m a success.
I thank you for being wrong by the standards of religion and state,
so I do not have to be right anywhere, even in my own mind.
Richard Rohr. Richard is a RC priest who writes on Scripture and spirituatity amongst other things. Hope against Darkness is the title of the book this is taken from (pg 38)