Updated Prayer of St. Francis

In the 21st century the Franciscans in the Holy Land have become hip with their new Multi Media Center and are now promoting themselves in cyberspace, in particular with their clever little PR coup,  their ‘peacemaking’ project, the Magnificat Institute of Music in Jerusalem.

On the google video promoting the school, a ‘prayer chain’ for them was suggested.  Cabbagejuice most certainly agrees and in fact has the updated prayer of St. Francis exactly tailored for this purpose. It is not certain whether Francesco of the 13th century would exactly agree or condone the antics of his named followers in the 21st century,  more likely turning over in his grave. 

Lord, let me be an instrument of money-making for peace;

where there are music students, let their numbers be inflated;

where there are Russian teachers, let their names sound Jewish;

where there is doubt about my credentials, faith in my sweet talk;

where students despair over Draconian musical methods and never want to return to music again, hope that their numbers will be replenished by those who can be bought off with multiple scholarships and trips abroad;

where there is darkness in the library, a new 60 watt lightbulb;

and where there is sadness when administrators and teachers rage, joy when students can get a little compensation and finally be paraded around Italy as a living testimony to us.


O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled by local peace honorariums in Italy but to finally receive the Nobel Prize;

not for my music to be understood, but to understand how to sell bad music to the public;

not to be loved, but to become famous;

for it is in asking for and receiving millions of euro that we give warm feelings and self-importance to the public,

it is in pardoning bad pedagogy that our own errors are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we can finally confront Mother Teresa as an equal.



Here is the original, most probably a 20th century creation: 


Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.


O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.



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