I thank you, Lord Jesus, for becoming a human being
so I do not have to pretend or try to be God.

I thank you, Lord Jesus, for becoming finite and limited
so I do not have to pretend that I am infinite and limitless.

I thank you, crucified Go

d, for becoming mortal
so I do not have to try to make myself immortal.

I thank you, Lord Jesus, for becoming inferior
so I do not have to pretend that I am superior to anyone.

I thank you for being crucified outside the walls,
for being expelled and excluded like the sinners and outcasts,
so you can meet me where I feel that I am,
always outside the walls of worthiness.

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.

By Richard Rohr / Meditations
The text was a gift from my friend Barbara to me.