A decade ago, I took a year-long discernment class. A few things from that class have stayed with me: the excellent reading list, the respect with which the clergy leader spoke of lay ministry, and this advice: Be in the habit of praying the daily offices, because when you suddenly need them, they will carry you.
The truth is, I dip in and out of the practice, but in the last week, I've been so grateful to know where to find a life raft. The weeks following this election have been more frightening than 9/11 ever seemed to me. In the last month I've had mouth ulcers, my first major migraine in a decade, and my normal cycle is now over a month late (yes I saw a doctor, no I'm not expecting). Messages about unity and how the side that loses is always disappointed haven't come close to speaking to me (have in fact offended me).
On Sunday, I picked up my trusty Daily Offices. This Sunday, I'll switch to Year 1 as we begin Advent, the new church year, the season when we are alert with expectation for Godliness and Goodness that is not here yet. I don't have my own words to pray this month, but I am being fortified by the psalms and canticles of generations who also knew that the world they walked in was both holy and insufficient.
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