By an Oblate of Ladyminster
My fingers are busy tapping away on the keyboard. I’ve been at my desk all morning, fully immersed in my work. I finally feel like I’ve hit my stride. And then—Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep! My Casio goes on in this way for twenty of these insistent little beeps, unless I press a button to silence it. This is my reminder that it’s noon. It’s time to go pray.
According to the Rule, as soon as I hear this signal I ought to “lay aside whatever occupation I may happen to be engaged in” and hasten to the oratory “with all speed.” Occasionally, this is exactly what I do. Depending on what that day’s work entails, I’ll leave the rest of the sentence unread, abandon the half-written email, or toss the unfolded shirt on top of the dryer. I go to our prayer corner, light a candle, and I pray the midday office. Continue reading “The Call to Prayer”





