Part of me hungers for such bells. I almost crave the insistent rhythms of their voices. Predictable, familiar, reliable, steady bells that would insure my prayer and rest; bells that would regulate and balance the pieces of my life.
"Just as soon as we are familiar with one set of daily bells ringing," wrote one of you, "another set replaces them." Don't we know the truth of this. Seasons come and go, bringing school bells and wake-up alarms, church bells and wedding bells, baby cries and phones and stovetop buzzer "bells." They change with every passing year.
Predictable, familiar, reliable, steady? No. Out here, it's just not that way.
Throughout my day, bells of "things that must be done" ring out to me. The calls to prayer, however, are not automatic. I must find ways to ring them for myself.
Notes stuck to a mirror, a watch alarm, a phone beep.... I have to make my own reminders.
When it comes to prayer, I must ring my own bells.
For personal reflection:
- What "bells" call to me on a regular basis in this season of my life? A wake-up alarm? A baby's cries? Monks and nuns look upon the bell as the voice of God in their daily lives. What happens if I look at my various "bells" as God calling me to do His will at any given moment?
- Do I use any particular things as reminders to pray throughout the day?
Reconciled To You and Theology Is A Verb
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