Where there is injury, pardon


My pastor gave me a copy of the Prayer of St. Francis when I went to the Sacrament of Reconciliation during Advent, and I have been praying it every day since. The words that jump out at me almost every day are: Where there is injury, pardon.

Why those words? I ask God, and what does injury mean?

I usually think of injuries as resulting from accidents—wounds that need stitches, casts or surgeries. But what kind of injuries need pardon? In St. Francis’ day the word probably had a different connotation.

As I pray these words every day, I ponder injuries. I tried replacing the word injury with other words to see if it makes more sense to me—sin, hurt, harm, betrayal, etc.—what would warrant pardon?

And is pardon synonymous with forgiveness?

Perhaps it was this prayer that predisposed me to ponder forgiveness this Lent.

I struggle with forgiveness for several reasons, and perhaps the biggest is my fear of looking foolish. I can hear my father’s voice in my head discouraging me from being taken advantage of and encouraging me to stand my ground. It was important to him not to look weak and he was slow to forgive those who had crossed him. To him, forgiving equaled vulnerability and weakness.

Vulnerability was not something he valued.

It took me a long time—and a fair amount of prodding by God—to consider vulnerability as something valuable, something desirable.

I once befriended a women who had committed a horrific crime. She was vilified and hated in our community. The newspapers and television media portrayed her as a monster.

But God placed her on my heart, and I could not stop thinking about her—and feeling compassion for her. It was as if God was showing me how God saw her—not the monster she was portrayed in the news, but as a person who, no matter what she had done, was still a child of God.

Not many people knew about my visits to her in prison or of our friendship. Sometimes, the things God asks of me seem outrageous even to me.

This particular friendship has been resurfacing this Lent. She was a woman who needed pardon, forgiveness and acceptance.

Perhaps she has been coming to mind because of all the mass shootings in our country. My friend had a history of mental illness and a record of multiple hospitalizations related to her mental illness. Yet she was able to walk into a store and buy a gun. No questions asked. No thought to why she wanted a gun or what she might do with it. No concerns that she would walk into the mall and open fire.

Or perhaps she has been coming to mind because she taught me so much about vulnerability and forgiveness.

I suppose God has been nudging me toward acknowledging my vulnerability for a long time, teaching me that embracing my own vulnerability puts me on the path to pardon.


9 thoughts on “Where there is injury, pardon

  1. dslyon

    I have sung this prayer over the years. There are so many nuggets….no, JEWELS, for us inside the words. So during the season of Lent, I’ll ponder with you. Yes, I recall you being a “tough girl” in our years together at the Bureau…but I also saw so much vulnerability when you thought no one was watching. God has had His hand on you for a long time my friend.

  2. annemarielom

    I have been pondering that every insult or injury is my teacher; there is something I need to learn in this situation. Now, I need to “pardon” to my teachers and be grateful for their “lessons”!

  3. Jack Stoddard

    Hi … We learned Francis’ prayer at St. Bona’s as Freshmen. You have helped to make my Lent a little better. Thanks. Happy Easter.

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  4. Jack Stoddard

    Hi … We learned Francis’ prayer at St. Bona’s as Freshmen. You have helped to make my Lent a little better. Thanks. Happy Easter. Hi … We learned Francis’ prayer at St. Bona’s as Freshmen. You have helped to make my Lent a little better. Thanks. Happy Easter.


  5. jamesrneal

    This is why I’ve come to love Sacramental Confession: these little bits of prayer and guidance, tailored for our needs. It’s a relatively new tradition for me, but is making a great difference. Thanks for sharing this!


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