Falling Into His Light

Readings 061926 

There was a moment in my life
when I realized my pride
had become a stone around my neck.
It showed itself in jealousy,
in envy,
in anger toward others—
not because they had failed me,
but because I was disappointed in myself.

That truth surfaced the day
I said something not terrible,
not vile,
but simply ugly
to someone I had once called a friend.
The wall of pride I had built
could push away any friendship
that tried to reach me.
And when I walked away,
I knew how broken I was.

There comes a moment
in every believer’s life
when pride finally cracks,
and the heart can no longer
hold itself together.
Humility is not polished.
It is not perfect.
It is the courage to fall,
to drop to your knees in tears,
and let the soul cry out
the prayer it cannot form.
God knows.
God hears.
God receives.

Jesus calls this
the battle of the heart.
Where your treasure is,
there your heart will be.
If the eye is clear,
light fills everything.
But if the eye is clouded
by pride or self‑reliance,
the whole interior world
grows dim.

Only those who release
their earthly treasure
can receive heavenly treasure.
Only those who kneel
can rise.
Only the humble,
the poor in spirit,
can see clearly enough
to walk in His light.

Humility is not humiliation.
It is the holy moment
when the soul whispers,
“Lord, I cannot carry this,”
and heaven answers,
“I know.
Let Me.”

Prayer

Lord, break open my pride
and steady me as I fall.
Let Your light fill the places
where I have tried to stand alone.
Teach my heart to kneel in trust,
and lift me in Your mercy.

Amen

Humble Enough to Pray as Jesus Taught Us

Readings 061826

There are moments in life
when faith must rise
from the quiet of our hearts
and stand in the open.

My daughter faced that moment
when the Fellowship of Christian Athletes
asked her to pray.
She prayed often.
She loved God deeply.
But she feared she couldn’t pray
like the others.

So I told her gently:
Be humble enough
to pray the way Jesus taught you.
Pray the Our Father—
the prayer that belongs to every believer,
the prayer that carries
the heartbeat of the Gospel.

And when her name was called,
she took a breath
and began, “Our Father…”
And suddenly the whole room joined her.
The walls didn’t divide.
The labels didn’t matter.
The Body of Christ
prayed as one.

Afterward, the Catholic athletes thanked her—
not for being bold,
but for being faithful.
For giving them a prayer they knew,
a prayer they prayed every day,
a prayer that reminded them
who they were.

Today’s Gospel reminds us
that God sees the heart,
not the performance.
He asks for sincerity,
not style.

When we pray as Jesus taught,
we stand on holy ground—
united, steady, unafraid.

May we never be ashamed
of the prayer that shaped the saints,
strengthened the martyrs,
and still gathers God’s children
into one voice.

May we be humble enough
to simply pray
as Jesus taught us…
and trust Him
with the rest.

This is how you are to pray:

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,
thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.