The Lenten desert is the place of abandonment. It is the place in which we learn to entrust and abandon ourselves to God. It is also the place where we discover the many ways in which we hold back and refuse to abandon ourselves to the mercy of God. All of this takes us to Holy Week, perhaps the ultimate act of abandonment.
Our triumphal entry into Holy Week quickly becomes the entrance into self -abandonment. Maundy Thursday asks us to abandon ourselves to the intimacy of dinner and a bath as we gather to celebrate Holy Eucharist and wash each other’s feet. Good Friday calls us to abandon ourselves to death, a death that is not the end and that is not opposed to life. On Holy Saturday we abandon ourselves to the silence, darkness, and mystery of the grave. Finally, on Easter morning we abandon ourselves to becoming a new life, a new creation, knowing “that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is” (1 John 3:2). These places of abandonment are places of fullness and fulfillment; places of emptiness overflowing with God’s presence.
As I reflect on a life of abandonment I remember Blessed Charles de Foucauld and his prayer of abandonment. This prayer was composed in November 1897 while on retreat in Nazareth.
Father, I put myself in your hands; Father I abandon myself to you, I entrust myself to you. Father do with me as it pleases you. Whatever you do with me, I will thank you for it. Giving thanks for anything I am ready for anything, I accept anything, give thanks for anything. As long as your will, my God, is done in me, as long as your will is done in all your creatures, in all your children, in all those your heart loves, I ask for nothing else, O God. I put my soul into your hands. I give it to you, O God, with all the love of my heart, because I love you, and because my love requires me to give myself. I put myself unreservedly in your hands. I put myself in your hands with infinite confidence, because you are my Father.
Charles de Foucauld was born in Strasbourg on September 15, 1858. He grew up in an aristocratic family. He served as a French army officer in Algeria but left the army in 1882 and went as an explorer to Morocco.
In 1890 he joined the Trappist order, but left in 1897 to follow an as yet undefined religious vocation. He was ordained to the priesthood in 1901. Thereafter he left for the Sahara, living at first in Beni Abbès and later at Tamanrasset among the Tuaregs of the Hoggar. He wanted to be among those who were, “the furthest removed, the most abandoned.” He wanted all who drew close to him to find in him a brother, “a universal brother.” In a great respect for the culture and faith of those among whom he lived, his desire was to “shout the Gospel with his life”. “I would like to be sufficiently good that people would say, “If such is the servant, what must the Master be like?”
He wanted to establish a new religious order and wrote several rules for this religious life. This new order, the Little Brothers of Jesus, however, would not become a reality until after his death.
Charles de Foucauld was shot to death by rebels December 1, 1916. He was beatified by Pope Benedict XVI on November 13, 2005 and is considered a martyr of the Roman Catholic Church.
There is a lovely sung version of this prayer that my local Catholic radio station plays. I love it.
That would be a beautiful sung prayer. St. Augustine (I think) says that the one who sings prays twice. Peace, Mike
I have to admit to having a strange fascination with Charles de Foucauld. I want to know more about him and his life. May we all use this Lent to allow God to purify us in his grace.
Jay if you like de Foucauld you would probably like reading Carlo Caretto.
I also want to get more from Charles de Foucauld; one of the things which I find fascinating is how his conversion to the faith came because of his positive experiences with Muslims.
I sometimes encourage people to read and study the other traditions as a way to better understand and more deeply live into our own Christian tradition.
Your version of his Prayer of Abandonment is unlike the only other form I’ve encountered, which seems to be an abridged version. I suspect it came about in an attempt to reduce what was seen as repetition to appeal to modern sensibilities.
I’ve reproduced it below. Do you know the link between the two? Do you know who crafted the version below?
Father, I abandon myself into your hands;
do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I thank you.
I am ready for all, I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me,
and in all your creatures.
I wish no more than this, O Lord.
Into your hands I commend my soul;
I offer it to you with all the love of my heart,
for I love you, Lord,
and so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into your hands,
without reserve, and with boundless confidence,
for you are my Father.