"I am not worthy"
- ksmarekk
- Nov 29, 2021
- 1 min read
We say those words every single Mass. "I am not worthy, but only say the word ..." In a life of prayer this short sentence shows us a deep trust in the providence and love of God. To be honest, none of us is worthy to be in front of God. Even the gift of the Eucharist is available to us only because of the mercy of God.
For a second, just imagine that you are asking Jesus Christ for help, but at the end of your request you say "but Lord, I am not worthy to receive what I asked for from you." In this very moment, a humble heart is actually receiving the most embracing love of God.
We pray a lot. There are many prayer groups and people giving themselves to a life of prayer. Their ultimate goal is always the same - to come into unity with our Savior.
Our times have a problem with cultivating a humble heart. I do not know why, but many young people and some of them I know very well, cannot accept humility as a gift of grace. They always have to be on top of everything assuring themselves about how smart they are. Unfortunately, being smart doesn't mean being wise.
The gift of wisdom comes to us through the Holy Spirit. Where there is pride, there is no space for the Holy Spirit. Through our prayers we learn how to remove our pride and give space to God.
So do not be afraid to remind yourself a few times a day "I am not worthy, but only say the word."
In my old age I am (hopefully) coming to a better understanding of the 1st Joyful mystery, being humble and reminding myself that I am not worthy. I find this very comforting.
It reminded me of this poem:
Tomorrow
by Lope de Vega
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care Thou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st wait Wet with unhealthy dews before my gate, And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? Oh, strange delusion, that I did not greet Thy blest approach, and oh, to heaven how lost If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon Thy feet. How oft my guardian angel gently cried, “Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How He persists to knock and wait for thee!” And oh, how often to that Voice of sorrow, “Tomorrow we will open,” I replied, And when the morrow came I answered still “Tomorrow.”
Thank you, Father Marek.