Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2015

Liturgy of the Hours


Food for the journey, Sara Piazza, spiritual journey, Liturgy of the Hours, Daily Office
Edgartown's town clock, two blocks from my home, visible from every east-facing window; an anchor of sorts.



On December 6, 2014 I wrote in my journal, "Okay, I've decided to start with the Daily Office 2X/day...We'll see where this leads.

I was skeptical at first, wondering if I'd have the discipline to stick to it, and I'll admit that in the beginning I found having my mornings and nights (I opted for 9am and 9pm) interrupted to be a little annoying and tried to get through each session as quickly as possible.

But almost three months later, I have to say: I have come to look forward to these scheduled appointments with God. In fact, as part of this year's Lenten practice, I have added 12:00 to my schedule.

The thing that's helped the most is my phone. My phone happens to have a great alarm app. I can set it up to ring at the same time every day (I've set it up to alert me ten minutes before prayer time; I hit snooze so I can come to a stopping point in whatever project I might be involved in), I can label the alarm (Morning Prayer, for example), and can choose the ring tone (I chose a gentle bell sound, such as one would hear in a monastery, perhaps). I've also got a Daily Office app on my phone (Laudate, which also has a lot other cool stuff). It's all very handy.

There are many reasons why I love praying the Daily Office.

For someone who would love to be at Daily Mass but does not have that option at the moment, it keeps me connected with the Church. At first I was lackadaisical about adhering to the exact times - the alarm would ring and I'd turn it off, finish whatever I was doing, and maybe a half hour - or more- later, would tend to the prayers. At some point I realized that if I prayed at the prescribed times, I was joining my prayers with every other clergy, religious, and lay person who happened to be praying at that time - world wide - so now I am much more strict about staying on schedule. And though I do occasionally miss a prayer, I have missed surprisingly few.

For a person who works mostly from home, whose day is largely unstructured, I find that being accountable to something 3x/day offers much needed structure and discipline in my life. Something to show up for. I work much better with deadlines and structure, I find. It's amazing, for example, how much I am able to accomplish in those ten minutes between the warning bell and prayer time.

The big thing, of course, is these prayer times - which consist of a hymn (for which I enjoy making up tunes) a few psalms, seasonal responses, and a short reading - are encounters, in poetic form, with our own humanity: our ups and downs, pleadings, lamentations, and celebrations; ultimately, these prayer times are actual, personal encounters with Christ. Not only do the psalms happen to be the prayers and songs he chanted in the temple when he walked the earth, but he is also the author of them. When I pray or sing the psalms, I am literally praying and singing his thoughts. And instead of rushing through, I have come to savor each session, often even thinking, "Oh, it's over already? That was fast."

I can actually feel the Daily Office transforming me. Instead of God's being an abstract thought in the back of my mind, God is concrete, in the forefront of my thinking; the words of the psalms and the discipline of showing up for the prayers slowly taking root and growing into better actions and better thinking and creating an armor against what often seems like an insane world. Interestingly, especially now that I'm praying 3x/day - analagous to three meals a day - praying the Daily Office is reminiscent of keeping kosher; the discipline and the way that following the dietary laws always made me feel connected to God in a tangible way.

This is just what the doctor ordered.


Thursday, February 14, 2013

February 14 - Lent, Day 2 - Divine Discipline


Scott Hahn, Lenten Reflections, Harpoon IPA

Dr. Hahn's question for today: What additional sacrifice can I make today to affirm my desire to be disciplined this Lent?


Being Jewish for twelve years taught me nothing, if not discipline: the discipline to separate meat from milk, meat utensils from dairy utensils, and purchasing (and eating) only kosher food and household items (including plastic wrap and dish soap); the discipline to keep an even higher level of kashrut during the eight days of Passover, including scouring my home, every square inch in preparation and eating no wheat or leaven; the discipline of lighting the Sabbath candles every Friday night and abstaining from doing almost anything for 25 hours; the discipline of fasting on Yom Kippur, and much more.

Lately I've been wondering about how much discipline I have. Being on a somewhat free-lance schedule, working mostly from home, is not conducive to a living a disciplined life, I find. How many days do I have every intention of accomplishing X, Y, and Z, and by 2pm realize I haven't even started on X? How many nights do I not even bother to eat dinner until 9:30 pm? Or sometimes, simply call a couple of beers and a bag of chips dinner? How many times during the course of the day do I need to check my (evil, time-wasting-worse-than-cigarette-addiction) Facebook page for some vital message?

I will say, though, I have been very disciplined in getting myself to daily Mass, missing few mornings since June. Even mornings when I really don't want to go out (most), I make myself, and am always glad when I have gotten myself up and out the door; glad to be hearing holy and edifying words and receiving Communion, glad to be outside of my own space, glad to be seeing friends. Having someplace to go every morning is not a bad thing - almost like having a real job, I guess (but better, because then I get to come home and get involved with my own projects).

So, coming into Lent for the first time in twelve years, I now bring with me my Jewish background of discipline and structure and order, and I must say - I welcome it. Someone posted onto Facebook yesterday, "I've decided that for Lent this year I'm going to do something positive for the world instead of giving something up. I don't think that giving up chocolates or red meat will make me a better person." A statement that was applauded by her peers (30-somethings), and to my mind is indicative of where we are in our culture; a culture that says, "I'm going to do things my way. 2,000 years of tradition is outdated and stupid; I've got a better idea." I think that doing something positive for the world is a great idea, but is only half of the equation. Giving something up - trite as it may seem - is a physical, muscle-memory-building act that builds character as well as unites us to the Sacrifice on the cross, which is what this season is all about.

I have given up beer - wish me luck, as there are few things I love at the end of the day than a beer or two - giving up beer for the eight days of Passover was a walk in the park compared to these six weeks. I am also throwing in speaking disparagingly of people and swearing, for extra measure.

The good news is, I don't have to do it alone - all of this will be possible with God's help (I even found the discipline to write in this journal for the second day in a row even though I have 100 things pressing in on me).

Dear God, I pray for the strength to be disciplined for these next 39 days - and beyond.