It is said, after all, that St. Francis loved tweets, er, birds . . .
Lord, make me an instrument of thy PC.
Where there is hatred, let me sow tweets (never subtweets);
Where there is injury, emoji;
Where there is doubt, quotes;
Where there is sadness, a caring reply in 140 characters.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be DMd as to DM;
To be mentioned as to mention,
To be HTd as to HT;
For it is in following that we are followed;
It is in favoriting that we are favorited;
It is in retweeting that we are born to eternal click-throughs.
(For the original Prayer of St. Francis, click here.)
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Funny stuff, Lisa, and the sad thing is that I confess I might have actually prayed this prayer a time or two. Ack!
As St. Francis would have said, LOL! We all have. Grace works this way but it’s strange what it reveals about how social media works!
Love this! I grew up singing the Prayer of St. Francis during Mass. I always pictured the broken channel changer dial on our old, old black and white TV.
Sorry, Ellen, for some reason I didn’t see this comment until now! Thank you – I’m glad you liked it. I sang a version of the Prayer in girls choir in high school.