May this layer of protection never be a separation of compassion.
With so many sick, help us to give quality when unable to give time.

Lord Jesus, You only have us,
to stand in for You. Make ours Your healing touch. Make ours the words You’d speak.
Make our outreach to families and loved ones the comfort and hope You’d give.
Let us be Your love.

Protect us from plummeting into the social darkness of racism, poverty and despair that a pandemic can cause.
Aid our global community as it seeks to share resources, human skills and the knowledge needed to eradicate the virus.

Breathe in God and breathe out love.
Delight in the beauty that surrounds you each day.

Heal those who are sick. Restore them to full health.

During Black History month, we raise up the memory of Black Americans whose lives inspire us to live our baptismal call to the fullest, and implore their intercession to blot out the sin of racism

Her voice echoes from of old, beckoning me to be still.

My mind is not empty, but crammed full,
like a dresser drawer full of old programs
and garments needing patches.

At times when the way ahead,
or even the next step,
seems unclear,
assure me that You know what is to come;
that You envision
a plan to prosper me and not to harm me,
to give me a future full of hope.

Provident God, grant me the confidence in your love and care that Saint Mother Theodore had, so I too ‘may not give way to uneasiness about the future’ but ‘place myself gently into the hands of Providence,’ as I embrace present and future as evolving mystery. …