Tuesday, December 27, 2022

The Light Shines in the Darkness and the Darkness Has Not Overcome It


 


Today is the feast of St.John the Evangelist (aka the Theologian or the Divine). It is also the anniversary of the martyrdom of Blessed Sara Salkahazi.  Encouraged and supported by her superior in religious life, Sr.Margit Slatcha, founder of the Sisters of Social Work, she arranged  to hide hundreds of Jewish woman in their convents and institutes when the Nazi occupiers and their fascist Arrow Cross allies began to deport Jews to Auschwitz in 1944. * 

On December 27th, 1944 four Jewish women she was sheltering in Budapest were denounced and arrested.  She refused to be separated from them and along with an unidentified Christian co-worker, all six were murdered on the embankment of the Danube and their bodies thrown into the river.  

In the darkness of the genocidal fury of the Nazi perpetrators and their allies, the majority of  Europe's Catholics and Protestants abandoned their Jewish neighbors to their fate due to fear, prejudice or indifference.  

May the courageous actions and self-sacrifice of men and women such as Pere Jacques de Jesus OCD, Blessed Sára, Raoul Wallenberg ,Chiune Sugihara, ordinary families like the soon-to -be beatified Polish martyrs Józef and Wiktoria Ulma and their seven children, and others inspire us to live our lives in the light of compassion, hope and solidarity .



*Yad Vashem estimates that the Sisters of Social Work rescued 2000 Jewish women and that Blessed Sara personally rescued 1000 of them.


 

Thursday, December 8, 2022

O Glorious Lady, Throned In Rest


 'O glorious Lady, throned in rest, amid the starry host above, who offered nurture from your breast to God, with pure maternal love.'

This the first stanza of a hymn text by the 19th century English divine, John Mason Neale, an Anglican scholar and hymnographer and contemporary of Saint John Henry Newman.  Like Newman, Neale was part of the Oxford movement and had a particular devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary.  Unlike Newman, in the end, Neale never undertook the ultimate step of becoming a Roman Catholic.  

In Morning Prayer this morning for the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception - a Marian dogma confirmed by another contemporary of Neale's, Pope Pius IX in 1854 - I came across this beautiful hymn to the Blessed Mother, entitled: "O Glorious Lady Throned in Rest" sung by Kathleen Lindquist in an album entitled : "Hymns and Chants of the Divine Office, Vol.1"

All of which coincides nicely with the Virgo Lactans or Nursing Mother of God icon* I've started working on as a way of meditating on the mystery of the Incarnation during Advent and Christmas.  How Mary could give birth to God, much less nourish and nurture her Creator from her own body is a lot to reflect on, which I do better with a brush in my hand. 

*In the Christian East icons of this type had the title of Galaktotrophousa in Greek and Mlekopitatelnitza in Slavonic. 



Wednesday, November 2, 2022

Across the Finish Line


I completed the "Burning Bush Triptych" yesterday afternoon.   The photo is a bit skewampus but the colors are pretty accurate.  

I wish I could say that the last-minute decision to gild the fruit on the thorn bush was primarily motivated by theology, but actually, I realized that there needed to be something more in the background to balance the dominance of the gilding of the figures of the Mother of God and Jesus.  

In other words, the gilding of the figures made the burning bush recede so much that it almost disappeared.  

That said, I also realized that if I didn't balance out the figures in the foreground and the background, it would be distracting during prayer.  (This icon is for the prayer corner in my studio, which means I'll be praying with it a lot). 

 


Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Saint Luke, Pray for Us!


Today is the feast of St. Luke the Evangelist, the patron saint of artists and iconographers).  I love this particular icon of him painting the icon of Mary, the Mother of God and Jesus, who are posing for him. The the composition of this icon is based on a drawing by my master teacher, Pere Igor.  Unfortunately, I never had a chance to ask him why the pose of the two figures in the icon are so different from the actual figures who are standing in front of him.  

So on his feast I was able to make a bit more progress on highlighting the figure of the Mary and Jesus in the center of the triptych.  Her garment is highlighted in paint; the figure of the Christ Child is highlighted with gold leaf (sometimes called 'gold assist').  

His little overgarment is highlighted in much the same way as with paint, only using finer, sharper brush strokes.  Instead of paint, gold size (a crushable compound called a mordant that dries tacky) is applied to all of the areas where a gold line is desired.  It has to be thick enough so the brushstrokes will hold their shape and fluid enough to paint with.  

When the size has set (depending on the size it will remain open for at least an hour or two), gold leaf is then pressed onto the areas painted with size.  And voila! The gold lines appear as if by magic on the icon (usually) when the excess gold is gently brushed away with a soft brush.

Then follows the painstaking faulting of the gilded areas, because inevitably, their will be lines here and there that the gold did not adhere to or a line or two the one wielding the brush failed to paint in, and so the process is repeated once or twice (or again and again if you are having a particularly bad day) until all the gold lines are complete.

A couple of coats of shellac to fix the gold leaf (which is surprisingly fragile), followed by redrawing the lines as necessary to pull it all together.

   

Friday, October 14, 2022

Practice, Practice, Practice!

 



A beautiful way to highlight garments is the technique called "double reflection" in the translation of Pere Igor's book "The Icon: Image of the Invisible".  Not having the original French available (or any proficiency in French, that term may actually have a quite different and more precise meaning.  

But in essence, this type of highlighting of the garment utilizes one color (usually, but not always a kind of bluish-gray to highlight a garment in a completely different color.  In these panels, the garments are a kind of reddish brown (R) and a brownish/greenish ochre (L).  

If (and its a big if in my case), the color is applied with just the right amount of transparency that builds up to the brightest highlight being barely but sufficiently opaque, and if the underlying color is transparent, well, it can be, as Pere Igor would say, terrific.

The key is restraint, combined with decisive and expressive brushstrokes.  Getting it right takes a lot of practice - I still feel like a beginner every time, so I'm still practicing!

Thursday, October 13, 2022

In Praise of Pure Pigments



One of the first assignments in art classes is to do a painting using only hues mixed from the three primary colors of red, blue and yellow.   I suppose its a useful exercise but unless you are as naturally gifted a colorist as a Cezanne or Matisse the resulting painting is predictably a disappointing collation of muddy and/or garish oranges, greens and purples.  

Fortunately,  for most of art history, beginning with the cave paintings of Lascaux and Altamira,  artists worked using pure pigments (their palette was limited to red and yellow ochres and black).  20,000 years later the various shades of ochre and other mineral colors remain the workhorse colors of icon painting.

Today was spent in the company of malachite green, used as a highlighting color on the landscape and architectual elements of the triptych that I'm working on.  Natural malachite is too expensive for my budget, but the colorists at Kremer Pigments manufacture an imitation of that warm greenish pigment that is both affordable and beautiful.  

Mixed with a little bright yellow ochre and white, I think it is a superlative highlighting color, which, once you start looking for it, you notice in many Muscovite  icons of the 14th and 15 century.  




  
 

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Ugly Duckling


 Opening up the icon is the "ugly duckling" stage of the work of icon painting, as one begins laying in the base colors.  Greenish-red faces, garish color contrasts, undefined forms etc... have to be put-up with at this point in the painting.  A stage which must not be rushed through, even though the temptation is do exactly that.

Eventually (if all goes well), once the shadows, outlines,  highlights, gold assist are added the ungainly gray cygnet will be transformed into a swan.  But in the meantime.... 

Thursday, October 6, 2022

At Last!


 Back on February 17th  I completed the drawing for what I thought was going to be my next icon - a triptych of the Mother of God of the Burning Bush (or the Unburnt Bush) with flanking figures of the Prophet Moses and the Prophet Isaiah for the prayer corner of the little oratory in my studio.   

My plan was to pray and meditate on the theophany at Sinai during Lent when Roman Catholics read and ponder the Book of Exodus.  

It was a great plan, except that my Lent this year started on the 24th of February when I discovered that I couldn't move without being in terrific pain and ended up going down to Seattle for back surgery (I'm doing much, much better, thank you!) and a long recuperation.  

As October begins and the year is almost over, I'm grateful to say that this icon is finally underway.  This afternoon I finished applying the red ochre trace lines and shadows on each of the figures and backgrounds.  

If you are interested, please  join me as I post from time to time on this new project. 

Saturday, October 1, 2022

What A Moment To Be Painting Icons


 What a moment in history to be painting icons.    

The purportedly Orthodox Christian autocrat in Russia is threatening nuclear war against the (mostly) Orthodox Christian Ukrainians in the name of defending traditional Christian values against the satanic Americans and Europeans conspiring to impose uni-sex bathrooms on an unsuspecting Eurasia.  The Patriarch of Moscow has defended the invasion since day one and is currently assuring the poor wretches conscripted into the Russian army that all their sins will be forgiven if they die in battle.  

The Ukrainians, victims of an unprovoked, unjust and immoral invasion, understandably want their country back, and appear to be undaunted by the fire raining down on them daily (and the threats of nuclear attack to come).  

So this terrible fratricidal war grinds on with no end in sight.

Against this dark background I've completed another icon, of Jesus and Saint Joseph, Joseph the Patriarch and Saint John the Theologian(Evangelist). 

Through the intercession of Joseph the Provider, may all threatened by famine and hunger because of this war, especially in Africa, receive their daily bread.

Through the intercession of Saint Joseph, may all those, who like the Holy Family, have fled violence and persecution, find safety and one day return to their homes and communities.

Through the intercession of Saint John the Evangelist, may we come to believe that God is love and learn to love one another.

Grant this through Christ Emmanuel, the Prince of Peace. Amen.


Friday, September 30, 2022

Paint Bigger


 One of the ironies of growing older as an artist is this: as one finally has more available time to devote to art, one's capacity inexorably diminishes with age.  In my case, I've noticed that its gotten harder and harder to focus on smallish details in a drawing or painting. 

Hence the visor, complete with interchangeable lenses and headlamp that I find necessary whenever painting most icons nowadays. 

It's really just a minor inconvenience (at least in the studio I don't have to wear a facemark- another minor inconvenience).   I'm grateful too that my hands continue to remain steady (if I don't drink too much tea!)  and with sufficient light and the additional magnification, I'm able to see well enough to continue drawing and painting. 

I'm reminded of my visit in 1985 to Holy Trinity Monastery in Jordanville, New York where I met the master iconographer Fr. Kyprian, who at that time was in his 90's.  He was in his studio up on a high ladder working an enormous icon of the Mother of God and Jesus, wearing a paint-splattered apron and a pair of glasses with thick lenses.  

When we were introduced, he graciously welcomed me, noticing that I was somewhat astounded by someone as old and frail as he was clambering up and down a tall ladder.  Nodding towards the ladder and the mural sized icon behind him, he laughed and made the comment that as his eyesight worsened, his solution was to simply paint bigger. 

Not a bad approach to age and art. 



Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Its Been a Long Time, I know

We'll maybe not that long, but it has been a while since I've posted: over two years, actually.

I had thought to write on the blog that came with my WIX website (finally constructed about a year and a half ago) but I found that the complicated process of adding images deterred me from doing very much at all with it.

I'm sure that I'm showing my age but I have come to realize that Blogspot is much easier for me to use, which means that it doesn't take me forever to put a post together, which in turn means that I can be a bit more faithful to posting from time to time.  



In the meantime, this is the commission that I'm working on at the moment.  In the center are the figures of Jesus and Saint Joseph.  On their left is the Patriarch Joseph and on their left is Saint John the Theologian (aka as John the Evangelist) with an angel whispering in his ear.   


 


Monday, July 13, 2020

Transforming Our Hearts and Minds Regarding Race



Note: This afternoon I came across this monthly column jfor our diocesan newspaper that I wrote at the end of September 2016.  I realize it's much longer than the usual blogpost and I thank you in advance for your forebearance reading it.
Unfortunately,  in this moment we find ourselves as a nation, the long-overdue task of  honestly confronting our history and repenting of the grave sin of racism and white supremacy continues to remain necessary and urgent. 

Racism is a sin: a sin that divides the human family, blots out the image of God among specific members of that family, and violates the fundamental human dignity of those called to be children of the same Father. Racism is the sin that says some human beings are inherently superior and others essentially inferior because of race. It is the sin that makes racial characteristics the determining factor for the exercise of human rights. 
Brothers and Sisters to Us: Pastoral Letter on Racism,
US Conference of Catholic Bishops, 1979


A few days ago, as I tried to take in how a Tulsa police officer could have shot to death Terence Crucher, an unarmed black man and father of four, who stood with his hands up next to his stalled SUV, I recalled have seen a 1921 photo from Tulsa, Oklahoma which showed a black man with his hands up taken during the so-called Tulsa race riot (aka Tulsa massacre).   

For two days in May 1921, white citizens of Tulsa, Oklahoma enraged that armed African-American army veterans had attempted to protect a young black man accused of raping a white woman from a threatened lynching, rampaged through the segregated Greenwood neighborhood in that city.   The rioters burned down 35 blocks of the neighborhood.  Perhaps as many as 300 black people were shot by rioters or dying in the flames.  When the Oklahoma National Guard arrived on the scene and restored order, some 6000 black people were arrested and detained.  No white rioter was ever arrested, detained or charged. 

What happened in Tulsa last week and ninety-five years ago is a reminder that African-America history in the United States has been and continues to be a constant struggle, against overwhelming odds, for freedom, civil rights and economic and social inclusion and yes, even physical survival.  That history includes but is not limited to: slavery, massacres and lynching, police violence, incarceration, de jure and de facto segregation and racist stereotyping that depicts black people, and especially black men, as a violent and dangerous criminal class.

It is in the context of that history that we must have the conversation about race and racism in our country.   When we talk about race and racism, what we are actually discussing is this cruel and evil belief: that some human beings (white people) are inherently superior and others (non-whites in general and black people in particular) are essentially inferior because of race. 

It was this belief in white superiority and black inferiority that provided the rationale for the kidnapping and enslavement of Africans and the legal violence, discriminatory laws and social customs that stripped African-Americans of their civil and human rights and imposed on them segregated substandard schools, housing and neighborhoods and excluded them from all but the most menial occupations.  In the logic of white superiority and black inferiority, African-Americans only got what they deserved. 

It would be a mistake to believe that American racism is primarily about the hateful attitudes of individuals or even particular regions.   Rather, racism and white supremacy, historically embedded in American political, social and economic institutions, has from the very beginning contradicted the noble principles upon which our nation was founded: freedom, liberty, justice and equality.  The struggle to overcome racism and white supremacy and include African-Americans and other people of color such as Native Americans, Asians and Hispanics within this nation as full and equal citizens and participants in this society, has been the defining moral and spiritual issue of American history and of our own time.   

Because of our (white) self-induced amnesia when it comes to racism in our society, it is easy for whites to minimize or dismiss entirely the burden of historical injustice that black Americans struggle to overcome daily.   Police shootings, for example, which might appear to be a string of tragic but isolated incidents, appear to African-Americans and other people of color in our society as part of a long history of violent repression directed against their communities. 

In the era of Jim Crow, white supremacists openly stated their determination to do whatever was necessary to frustrate the aspirations of black Americans to full and equal participation in society.  In our own time, apologists for white supremacy have hijacked the language of equality and civil rights to angrily denounce “political correctness”, “reverse-discrimination”, “playing the race card” and so help me, “black racism” when African-Americans exercise and defend their basic human rights.

This is not to deny that our society has made progress in confronting the reality of racism in our society and rectifying contemporary and historical wrongs.   In 2001, after eighty years of silence and denial about the Tulsa massacre, efforts began to finally face what happened during those dark days in May,1921.  The Oklahoma Commission to Study the Tulsa Race Riot http://www.okhistory.org/research/forms/freport.pdf issued a report that established the historical facts and the involvement of municipal authorities, including the chief of police in the riot.  The report recommended reparation payments to riot survivors and their descendants; a scholarship fund, an economic development enterprise zone in the historic Greenwood district and a memorial to the victims of the riots. 

But although the mayor apologized on behalf of the city to survivors and a memorial park was eventually established in the city, the state legislature rejected reparations and legal efforts by survivors to receive compensation were rejected by the courts, including the US Supreme Court on the grounds that the statutes of limitations had long-before expired. (Since 2013 Federal legislation to change the statute of limitations regarding the Tulsa massacre has been introduced each year in Congress, but has died in committee.)  And as the shooting death last month of Terence Crucher sadly demonstrates, it continues to be dangerous to be a black man in this country.   

Racism, personal and institutional and the ideology of white supremacy is, at its heart, a collective and individual sin requiring repentance and that change of heart that is conversion.   As our bishops wrote in 1979: “Racism is not merely one sin among many; it is a radical evil that divides the human family and denies the new creation of a redeemed world. To struggle against it demands an equally radical transformation, in our own minds and hearts as well as in the structure of our society.”  http://www.usccb.org/issues-and-action/cultural-diversity/african-american/brothers-and-sisters-to-us.cfm

 The first step of repentance is to acknowledge the reality of having sinned.  This is not easy, because to acknowledge our sins undermines the narrative of our own rectitude, righteousness and good intentions.  It is much easier to simply live in denial or to evade our own responsibility by condemning the sinful failings of others.   But repentance and conversion are always worth the effort: when it comes to the sin of racism, justice, our life together in this society depends on it. 

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Write Me A Letter


Full disclosure.
Before Covid-19 I used to write a lot of letters.
Since the pandemic I've been writing even more letters. 

However, having been subjected to Zoom and Facetime for the past 18+ weeks (and subjected others - sorry!) during the pandemic shutdown, now more than ever I'm convinced that putting pen to paper is a much better alternative to maintaining a human connection with the people I love and care about.

As St. Paul often took pains to point out in his much more consequential letters, "this is from my own hand."  Hence, the intimacy of pen and paper.

So I've been steadily writing letters and postcards to the people whom I love and care about during the pandemic.  Nothing that will make it posthumously into my collected letters.  Just a few sentences on bright, splashy postcards I made using bristol board, spray adhesive and the 2019 Artwork-A-Day calendar pages from the Metropolitan Museum of Art (a Christmas present from my sister Roseanne) or two or three short paragraphs on the inside of Alaska or icon-themed notecards.

I haven't received a whole lot of replies (to those who have written me, thank you, dear correspondents!).  Perhaps the rest mistakenly believe that living in Southeast Alaska is analogous to living on Tristan de Cuna (mail every two-three months or so, weather permitting).  Nothing could be farther from the truth: here on Douglas Island, (weather permitting in the winter) our mail is delivered six days a week to my mailbox year-round. 

So as at least one commentator on Paul's Letter to the Romans has reportedly argued, the greeting at the back of his letter more accurately translates as "I, Paul, greet Phoebe, Amphilitus, Rufus, Tryphaena, Junias and Urban with the holy kiss. I'm under house arrest and  I haven't had any mail in months so how about writing me a letter or at least a postcard?"   



Saturday, July 11, 2020

A New Way of Seeing



The post-Impressionist artist Paul Cezanne forever changed the way that we look at art when he famously said: "Treat nature by the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything in proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point."  

His discernment that these three shapes underlie every form has changed the way in which we see nature and make art.  Hidden, as it were, in plain sight, suddenly the cylinder, sphere and cone became the organizing principle of modern art and the analysis of the composition of all that came before it.

I think it’s that way with the Gospel.  Having encountered Jesus in his words, deeds and person, it is impossible to see the world the same way again.  What was hidden in plain sight, that everything that is, that was, and that will be, is grounded in the love of God.  Suddenly, everything that appeared obscure, chaotic and hopeless makes sense at the most profound level.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Goodbye to All That


This is, I promise, the last that you'll be hearing about my solo exhibit that closed on Saturday at the Alaska State Museum.  The exhibit has been taken down, the icons are being returned to those who so generously loaned them and the museum staff is readying the gallery for the next exhibit. 

I'm grateful for it all -- the work of preparation, the exhibit itself, everyone involved from start to finish.

A couple of thoughts.  First, I've been surprised at how tired I've been at the end of each day helping to take down the exhibit.  Which is, I suppose, a reminder that I'm just about a month and a half away from my 64th birthday.  I used to manhandle that 6'x3' icon (above)by myself, which the museum staff is taking down with a lift.  Twelve years later, I don't think I could pick it up by myself - I'm no longer strong enough (that, and my back!)

Secondly, as the show was coming down, it occurred to me that I won't be doing anything quite like this again.  It was a retrospective exhibit, which occurs at the end of one's career as an artist.  I may exhibit again but most likely nothing like this.  This particular chapter of my life has come to a close.

Which is alright, as it is an inevitable part of life and growing older.  An exhibit is relatively easy to say goodbye to.  Not being attached to your body, to your strength, to your various abilities and skills, to the illusion that your life somehow belongs to you, well, there's a challenge.

In the end, I think, it is gratitude that allows one to say goodbye with thanksgiving and equinimity.




Monday, April 23, 2018

"Windows Into Heaven" Final Week


This is the final week of "Windows Into Heaven", my retrospective solo exhibit at the Alaska State Museum in Juneau, Alaska, which closes on Saturday, April 28th.

I'm grateful to all of the churches and individuals who generously loaned icons for the exhibit, to museum curators Jackie Manning and Aaron Elmore without whom this exhibit would never have come together and who did a beautiful and sensitive job arranging and hanging the work and the exhibit labels.  Thanks as well to all of the other museum staff for their many kindnesses and assistance throughout the entire exhibit, especially Brian Wallace who created a panoramic photograph of the entire exhibit.

Many thanks also to the Juneau Council of the Knights of Columbus for supporting the publication of the booklet that accompanied the exhibit.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

"Windows Into Heaven" Solo Exhibit Held Over

The Alaska State Museum has decided to hold over my Solo Exhibit "Windows Into Heaven" for an additional two weeks: the final day will be April 28th.

If you are visiting Juneau before then (or live here and haven't had a chance to come by and see the exhibit), please come by before it closes and take a look.

Friday, April 6, 2018

Christ is Risen! ¡Cristo ha resucitado! Si Kristo ay nabuhay! Xristos Kuxwoo-digoot!

The Paschal Icon: The Descent into Hell 

One of the more beautiful Catholic liturgical traditions (and useful if you are a procrastinator like I am!) is the octave.  Easter and Christmas each have an octave -- sadly, Pentecost lost its octave after the Second Vatican Council -- that lasts for eight days.  Eight being the number of super perfection (seven being the perfect number,  It took God seven days to create the world, seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit, seven corporal and spiritual works of mercy and of course, seven sacraments.

But it is on Easter, when , in the words of the Exsultet, Christ "broke the prison bars of death and rose victorious from the underworld"  which is the dawning of the eighth day, when all is brought to fulfillment in the Resurrection of the Lord.

There is only Easter Sunday, but it lasts for eight days.  Which is why, almost a week later, I am finally getting around to sharing Easter greetings with those of you reading this blog!

(In case you are wondering, the Easter greeting "Christ is Risen!" in the title of this post is in English, Spanish, Tagalog and Tlingit, all spoken by those who make up the Catholic Church in Southeast Alaska where I live.)

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Blessed Oscar Romero, Pray for Us!


Today is the anniversary of the martyrdom in 1980 of Blessed Oscar Arnulfo Romero, who gave his life as as a defender and advocate of the poor of El Salvador, whose oppression and suffering cried out to heaven itself.

On his feast day, I find myself reflecting on these words that he preached:

"For the Church the many abuses of human life, liberty and dignity are a heartfelt suffering.  The Church, entrusted with the earth's glory, believes that each person is the Creator's image and that everyone who tramples it offends God.  As the holy defender of God's rights and of God's images, the Church must cry out.  It takes as spittle in its face, as lashes on its back, as the Cross in its passion, all that human beings suffer, even though they be unbelievers.

The suffer as God's images.  There is no dichotomy between  humans and God's image.  Whoever tortures a human being, whoever abuses a human being, whoever outrages a human being, abuses God's image, and the Church takes as its own that Cross, that martyrdom."

Blessed Oscar Romero, Pray for Us!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Seven Years of Civil War in Syria


Yesterday was the seventh anniversary of the beginning of the catastrophic civil war in Syria.  It began with the Assad regime violently repressing demonstrations calling for the resignation of Syrian President Bashir al-Assad and a democratic government, which quickly escalated into a brutal civil war.  First, between Syrian factions and then became a proxy war between neighboring countries that either backed the government or the various rebel factions.

The big losers have been the people of Syria, whose homes and towns and cities have been destroyed, who've been imprisoned and "disappeared" by the thousands and who have been forced to flee the relentless violence in their millions, seeking refuge either within the country, in neighboring countries or in Europe. 

As ourHoly Father has asked us to do, let us continue to pray for peace and an end to the violence in this unfortunate country.

Prayer for Peace in Syria

God of Compassion, 
hear the cries of the people of Syria. 
Bring healing to those suffering from the violence.
Bring comfort to those mourning the dead.
Strengthen Syria's neighbors in their care and welcome for refugees.
Convert the hearts of those who have taken up arms.
And protect those committed to peace.

God of Hope,
inspire leader to chose peace over violence
and to seek reconciliation with enemies.
Inspire the Church around the world
with compassion for the people of Syria.
And give us hope for a future of peace
built on justice for all.

We ask this through Jesus Christ,
Prince of Peace and Light of the World.
Amen.