Thoughts on a prayer for humility
That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I ...
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease ...
That others may be chosen and I set aside ...
That others may be praised and I unnoticed ...
That others may be preferred to me in everything...
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should…
The first time I heard this snippet of a prayer called the Litany for Humility was on the tail end of an EWTN show. I was taken with the last line: “That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should.” This petition was a balm to me. I was in a rough spot spiritually—agonizing over my wrong direction, reeling from the distance I had placed between me and God, mourning a community of believers I had left and struggling to find a place among the ones I had discovered. I especially grieved over the closeness to God I had once felt, and the holiness I had believed myself to possess, only to find it to be a “vanity of vanities.” I guess this was my first real dry spell, my first dark night of the soul.
And here was a prayer, prayed by a holy man, brought forth by another holy man as a model prayer, that told me I didn’t have to aspire to be the holiest person around. This wasn’t necessarily a new concept for me—but there was a new twist to it: the very real possibility that perhaps I ought not to. God had a relationship with me, even if to me it felt tenuous; he had a design for that relationship, and I didn’t need to aspire beyond it, even if I saw others soaring past me to heights of holiness. God would tend to my soul if I let him.
The rest of the litany was hard: "That others may be esteemed more than I." "That others may be chosen and I set aside." "That others may be praised and I unnoticed." This was hard for me to accept. I am the type of person who thrives on affirmation. If I don’t know from others that I’m doing a good job, that I’m on the right path, I wither. And in my new isolation, I was finding out—again, for the first time in earnest—how true that is. I couldn’t see my way to forgoing the accolades for which I was currently starved.
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