Dear Jesus, the most gentle of men, what profits us if we win the war on terror, conquer the world, and lose our immortal souls? Through your prevenient grace soften our hard hearts, teach our leaders to encourage us, and to awaken in us the spirit of love and sacrifice that have made our country a great nation under God. I too feel fear, daily, not of terrorists, but of my terriffied fellow citizens who have become so hard, so cruel, so bent on destruction. Wealth Bondage is all they know of life, the world of the flesh, of lust, cupidity, of worldly hiearchy. False preachers teach the Gospel of Fear and Hate. And even our own Pope speaks, to my fallen ears, most like a man lost in the dark wood of prejudice. War never ending is the war against evil, for we are fallen creatures, who see the mote in the other's eye, while missing the beam in our own eye. Jesus, you knew us and know us so well. I see but little. Your purposes surpass my understanding. Dear Jesus, Prince of Peace, calm our troubled world and our troubled souls. I speak in humility of heart as one of small importance, the least of your children, but if it pleases you, make of me a more perfect instrument of thy will though it mean my suffering and death in imitation of thee. In thy holy name I pray.