Oct 27, 2007 02:50
Every time I read from my Grandma Susan's copy of "The Sursum Corda," I'm overcome by the first prayer, "Morning Prayer."
There's so much earnesty in the Lakota translation. So much humility, too much, I think. The English Morning Prayer reads a little something like:
Priest: God forgive us all our sinful, nasty, perverted, degenerate ways.
All: Amen.
The Lakota version reads something like:
"In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Amen.
God, Son, Holy Spirit, hear my prayer.
Jesus, listen to the heart of mine and [my people], I am not deserving of Your pity. My God, I do not deserve to have your heart ... I have tried to do good, forgive me my [sins]. Give me this day to grow and love.
My God, I have had a bad heart. But I wish for a better one. Please give me this without sin. This day is mine to give good to you. Jesus, master, I know you want me to do good, give me and other men the knowledge to understand and to do good ... and to stand in [front] of you with the understanding. Amen."
There is nothing ... nothing ... like saying The Morning Prayer in Lakota. So much humility and so much reverence and understanding of the self on earth.
I think our young have lost their way in reverence to God, almighty. It would be good to remember every blessing in life on a daily basis.
P.S.
"Amazing Grace" always gets me ... I'm such a weak-sauce.
my catholicism,
faith,
2007,
native american