Benefactors and unexpected beneficiaries

A library book in my possession had this prayer tucked into it. The prayer was printed on a piece of yellowed paper with chunks broken off along one edge and a lovely orange floral design stamped along the other edge.

Make me
a point of contact,
Lord, whereby the
Holy Spirit may
enter into those
I touch, whether by
the word I say,
the prayer I pray,
or the life I live.

(Irish Missal)

A beautiful prayer. Worth pondering. Worth praying.

The back of the paper identified the distributor of the prayer as the "Maryknoll Sisters." I did a google search and found that this is an order of Catholic sisters, founded in 1912. According the their website, they were the "first group of Catholic sisters in the United States to devote their lives in service overseas." Impressive mission.

Although I'm on American soil and, therefore, not part of their overseas service demographic, finding this prayer that they printed and distributed makes me their unexpected beneficiary. As well as the unexpected beneficiary of the person who tucked the prayer into the library book in the first place. As well as the unexpected beneficiary of the author of the prayer. Anyone reading this post and now writing the prayer into a journal–or pondering it or praying it–is also the unexpected beneficiary of this cummulative group.

One never knows who will become a beneficiary of one's work. A thing of value sent out into the world creates such unexpected routes by which the value will be ultimately redeemed.