What’s the Story, Morning Glory?

What’s the Story, Morning Glory?

It’s one of the most unbearable sounds I’ve ever known: the blaring of my alarm clock. It’s 6:00 and, yet again, I am jolted from sleep by that intolerable noise.

“Gotta find that snooze button and hit it…hard.”

I wake to the same noise a brief 10 minutes later. Thus, my routine begins: I stumble out of bed, shower, put on my poorly ironed clothes and leave for work.

As tradition holds, I battle traffic. Angry drivers weave around me, glaring as they make their hurried way. But I’m too tired to care. It’s bumper-to-bumper now, with little hope of easing. Quietly, amid the chaos, an old favorite rises from my half-slumbered mind: the Morning Offering.

I have known this prayer since I was 11. In the sixth grade, we were each assigned a prayer to read in front of the class and evaluate its meaning. The memory lingers still: With a pounding heart, apprehensive voice and shaky hands buried in my corduroys, I dove into my interpretation of the prayer. After 25 years, it hasn’t changed.

The Blank Canvas

I see the Morning Offering as a prayer of new beginnings. Derived from the League of the Sacred Heart of Jesus’ “Apostleship of Prayer,” it was begun in 1844 in Vals, France. For me, its origin only goes so far. The significance, however, travels much further.

Simply, it’s my daily appeal for a clean slate. My sins of yesterday cower in the face of my potential for good today. This is my chance. The day ahead is a large, blank canvas. To God, I offer my finest paints and my greatest effort to create a work of art.

Some days I’m more creative than others. Still, the Morning Offering is my solemn promise: To God, who graced me with life, I will do my part to make it shine; to Mary, who gives warmth to the colder corners of my heart, I will use my gifts to make her smile.

I do this not only for myself: For my friends and family, those who bring color to my life, I am unyielding in my efforts to make this day a thing of beauty.

Of course, I’m not always successful. I am far from perfect. I am crammed with imperfections, but I am also full of promise. I am a stumbling, sinning, redeeming, work-in-progress—a kind of graceful wreck. God knows this and, quite often, has caught me when I’ve lost my footing. And Lord knows, I fall often.

The Wolves of the Day

A great deal can happen in a day’s time. The moment I walk out of my front door, I throw myself, freely, to the wolves of the day. I am vulnerable, but shielded.

With this prayer, I have offered it up. I have pledged allegiance and loyalty to God, to the large family of believers we call the Church and to those around me: my family, my friends and my colleagues.

This beloved prayer is my motivation to make the day ahead of me a meaningful, worthwhile undertaking. It is my conversation with God—my way of saying, with tired eyes, a willing heart and a sea of irritated drivers all around me, “Good morning.”

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About the Author

Christopher Heffron is the associate editor of St. Anthony Messenger magazine and the editor of its digital edition. He is also the social media editor at Franciscan Media and the editor of AmericanCatholic.org, StAnthonyMessenger.org, and this blog site. A seeker at heart, he's a student of pop culture and a lover of good movies, good wine, and good times spent with family and friends.
  • hotmailer

    Good one! As someone who is troubled with morning depression, you have given me a new hook to lift myself out of it. Thank you!

    • Christopher Heffron

      Peace to you!

  • Ashley

    This is exquisitely written and so beautiful I emailed it to myself at work so I can begin the day by reading it. Well done Christopher. You are a gifted and inspired wordsmith. Your writing and message are a blessing.

    • Christopher Heffron

      Wow, Ashley, thank you! Your kind words made my day. Peace and blessings to you!