Eternal Lord of all things, I feel your gaze on me. I sense that your mother stands near, and the great beings crowd around You.
Angels and powers and martyrs and saints. If you help me, please, I would like to make an offering:
I want it to be my desire, and my choice, provided that You want it this way, to walk this earth the way You walked it.
I know that you lived in a little town, without luxury, without great education. I know that you refused political power.
I know that you suffered: Leaders rejected You. Friends abandoned You. You failed. I know. I hate to think about it.
None of it looks very romantic to me, or very useful. But it seems to me a toweringly wonderful thing that Your divine majesty might call me to follow after You! – St. Ignatius