I generally think the best idea is to write about things I
know. If that's true, this post is not
the best idea... At least not today.
But there was a time, in the not so distant past, when my
life had some healthy rhythms to it.
After an extended period of craziness, which culminated in a full month
of non-stop motion; it has occurred to me that I am exhausted, and it's more
about lack of rhythm and balance than it is about anything else. This, however, is not a topic I want to
discuss today... maybe Monday...
No, today all of this back-story got me to thinking about
the rhythms of the sacraments. It's sort
of like liturgy, only bigger. Instead of
a specific liturgy for a period of time; these rhythms can become the liturgy
of our lives, and I think that's fairly important, especially when I consider
how God imparts grace to us through the sacraments and how very, very much I
need grace.
Just as our liturgies for worship are diverse; so are our
liturgies for life. But what happens
when these liturgies are disrupted? I
think this is, perhaps, a more real and present danger for Protestants, because
we often do not have a community keeping our sacramental rhythms in order for
us. At best, we are sporadic.
What do we do to "re-boot" when we haven't
participated in the Eucharist in weeks and confession is starting to sound more
like a list of excuses? When we have all
but forgotten our baptism, our identity?
Perhaps to start again, we just need to start... again...
Could somebody please pass the bread and wine?
L.
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