While I try to stay up on the news and even novel things
that are happening in various corners of the knowledge world, I also try to
stay grounded in my own Christian tradition.
That tradition is a resource. It
is like soul food. I need a healthy
balanced diet of soul food to stay healthy.
It is like the food balance we need to be healthy and physically well.
One thing I do is follow the daily lectionary. Because of my association with the monastic
tradition, I follow the daily lectionary provided for Benedictine monks. Many years ago I became a Benedictine
oblate. That means I am affiliated with a
local Benedictine monastery and am something like a lay member there. I find that way of life to offer a sane
choice of living within an often-insane world.
Of course one of the things I quickly learned when I began
hanging out with the monks is they can be as crazy as those of us who don’t
live in the monastery. Monks have taken
vows to try as hard as they can to live a life of the Spirit. They see Jesus as a great role model for
their own life’s journey. The guidelines
for a healthy spiritual life are fairly clear.
But all of this matters not, until they begin to put it into
practice. That’s the hard part.
The Benedictines carve up the day to have a balance of
worship and work. In fact that is their
motto---worship and work---Ora et Labora. The great thing about this is their decision
that worship (broadly defined) is central to their lives. They know as well as I do, if they do not
intentionally make this happen, their lives will be swallowed up in busyness
just like my life can be.
The lectionary is the predetermined selection of readings
and prayers all Benedictines say all around the world at appointed times. It begins with an early morning period of
worship replete with Psalms, bible readings and times for meditation. And there are similar spots throughout the
day, culminating in a time at the end of the day called Compline, which means
complete or finished.
I don’t follow all of the appointed times for spiritual
refreshment, but I try to do some of them.
It is easiest for me to do the morning one and or the evening one. Compline is my favorite---coming at the end
of the day. Too often, however, I choose
some lesser activity---like watching basketball or something. I guess I am a work-in-progress!
Yesterday I managed to spend some time with the early
morning lectionary reading. The first
Psalm that was offered was Psalm 86. I
usually read the entire Psalm, but then I settle in on one or two verses so I
can let that portion feed my soul. So
yesterday I focused on the first two verses of Psalm 86. There was much there to ponder.
I laughed at the audacity of the Psalmist with these opening
words: “Incline your ear to me, O Lord…” (86:1)
That sounds like a spiritual, “Hey Lord!
Listen up!” There is no meek worm
offering this request. It is a bold
spirit. I want to emulate that,
too. The audacity continues when the
Psalmist asks God to “answer me.” At
that point the Psalmist asks this of God and confesses, “For I am poor and
needy.” My own Quaker tradition would
say with the Psalmist: “You speak my mind.”
That means something like, “That’s just how I was thinking.”
I doubt that the Psalmist meant that he was economically
poor---although maybe he was. I am not
financially poor. But I am usually
dealing with poverty of spirit. As we
used to say on the farm, “we’re running on the fumes.” Busy lives and busy schedules sap us of our
energy and our spirit and we’re running on the fumes of our lives. We are poor and needy. We know there is a source of living water.
The second verse of Psalm 86 follows with two more
petitions. “Preserve my life, for I am
devoted to you; save your servant who trusts in you.” I am not sure the Psalmist is saying he is
literally dying and asks that his life be preserved. Instead, I think maybe the issue is spiritual
dying. I certainly know the experience
of being so unplugged from life that it feels “as if” I am dead.
The final petition is touching. “Save me.”
I don’t take this in an altar call, revivalistic sense---although there
is nothing wrong with that. I learned in
Greek the word often translated “save” could also be translated “heal.” I like the word the petition that way: “heal
me. Make me whole.” That is my request, too. That is what I will speak into the Divine
ear.
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