Tina Fey’s Prayer for her Daughter

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.

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A Prayer for The Veils

The Veils are currently attempting to save Rock N Roll (again) and they have requested the following prayer to be recited:

“Dear Lord, You are handsome. Please watch over The Veils and guide them towards perfection much in the way you did with Gian Lorenzo Bernini & The Killers first album. They are really excellent people and they deserve a break. Thanks also for Walruses. What’s up with that! You are REALLY awesome.”

Prayer & Love

“People admit that it’s hard to pray. Yet the think it’s easy to make love. What nonsense. Neither is worth much when it is only the out-cropping of intermittent enthusiasms. Both need to be done without ceasing; and that puts a premium on the minor manifestations.”

-Francis Farrar Capon, Bed and Board

Praying to the Son and to the Holy Spirit

In our chapel service at Geneva Academy we use different prayers to distinguish the seasons. During Advent we’ve used prayers that are addressed to “Lord” but end with “who reignest with the Father and the Holy Ghost” meaning, these prayers are addressed to Jesus, rather than, as the model prayer, our Father in heaven.

Certainly there is nothing wrong with addressing prayers to Jesus or to the Holy Spirit, but the idea that the emphasis shifts depending on the season is something that has never occurred to me. In Advent then, we pray primarily to the Son, Pentecost is easy to line up with the Holy Spirit. Perhaps Ordinary Time or Trinity Season we would rotate. Any other thoughts?