Good Friday...

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

I thank you, Lord Jesus, for becoming finite and limited
That way, I don’t have to pretend that I am infinite and limitless.

I thank you, crucified God, for becoming mortal
So I don’t have to try to make myself immortal.

I thank you, Lord Jesus, for humbling yourself
So I don’t have to pretend that I’m better than anyone else.

I thank you for being crucified outside the city walls,
for being cast out and excluded like sinners and outcasts,
so you can meet me where I feel I am,
always outside the bounds 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 seen as imperfect and strange,
So I don’t have to be perfect and normal.

I thank you, Jesus, for being willing to be disapproved of,
That way, I don’t have to try so hard to be accepted and liked.

I thank you for being regarded as a failure,
That way, I don’t have to waste my life trying to pretend I’m a success.

I thank you for being wrong by the standards of religion and the state,
So I don’t have to be right about anything, not even in my own mind.

By Richard Rohr / Meditations

[Unfortunately, I only have the text in English]