Lord! Make my heart your temple in which you live. Grant that every impure thought, every earthly desire might be like the idol Dagon--each morning broken at the feet of the Ark of the Covenant. Teach me to master flesh and blood and let this mastery of myself be my bloody sacrifice in order that I might be able to say with the Apostle: "I die every day."
Amen.
(a prayer of Soren Kierkegaard, slightly revised; image by jclovesu via pixabay.com)
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