I’ve been making an effort to say the Divine Office. It’s not the easiest thing I’ve ever done. There’s a lot of page flipping and ignorance on my part. But I humbly applaud my efforts. My “cloud of witnesses,” I’m sure, agree.
Recently, an absolute marvel of a website, DivineOffice.org gave my prayer time a boost. With iPod and prayer book, I now sit before the Blessed Sacrament, lips moving in sync with Morning Prayer. No sound escapes my lips to disturb the silence of the Adoration Chapel, but heavenly voices do sound in my ears. My prayer wings its way to the throne of God. I don’t think I’m pushing a spiritual envelope here, but it proves to me technology can be a friend. The limits I am pushing are those that limit me to me, myself and I. As I pray, the accompaniment of gifted voices reminds me that the Divine Office is meant to be a communal prayer. God, Who is outside Time and Space and yet fills it, hears all of His children making a joyful noise as He inclines His ear. Some might feel that it’s somehow holier to read than to listen but the Book of Revelation does bless “those that hear,” so I don’t think I’m breaking new holy ground.