I did some baking, I started jigsaw puzzle(s), I started buying the
processed 'comfort foods' from my youth (NOT my normal healthy meal prep!), I
started seeking out the dogs for them to play with me (even if they were
napping), I put on the clothes that brought back happiest memories of friends
and travel.
And, I prayed.
In fact, from the first day of my
isolation, I prayed publicly. Online.
I discussed with a colleague how I
found comfort in offering and sharing the daily prayer: whatever liturgy
resource I use, whatever the response, the comfortable words and rhythm of
prayer at a set time has been helpful.
Through pandemic, gun violence, and
tragedy: we are praying. And it brings us comfort at a time when we most need
it, and are unable to extend our care in physical proximity.
Through births, birthdays, and
anniversaries: we are praying. For through prayer we share in the joy of the
Lord and the joy of community.
Through bright days, and gloomy
days, and days when we feel disconnected: we are praying. And our prayers
remind us that God is with us and holding us together.
In sweat pants or clericals (and
sometimes both!), with good hair days or shaggy-do's, with behaving house pets
(or a singing canine choir): we are praying. Because God hears the whispers of
our hearts even if the words won't come.
We will get through this. We are
getting through this. We do it with prayer. For this brings us comfort: no matter when we started our journey in prayer, we
"hear what comfortable words our Saviour Christ saith unto all that truly
turn to him" (BCP 77) - and we feel comfort. For where else would we turn
for comfort than the Holy comforter of our souls?
May God be with us as we pray in
comfort.
Thank you for your encouraging words.
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