God of My Dai­ly Routine (1)

I should like to bring the rou­tine of my dai­ly life before You, O Lord, to discuss the long days and tedious hours that are filled with every­thing else but You.

Look at this rou­tine, O God of Mild­ness. Look upon us men, who are practical­ly noth­ing else but rou­tine. In Your lov­ing mer­cy, look at my soul, a road crowd­ed by a dense and end­less col­umn of bedrag­gled refugees, a bomb-pocked high­way on which count­less triv­i­al­i­ties, much emp­ty talk and point­less activ­i­ty, idle curios­i­ty and ludi­crous pre­ten­sions of importance all roll for­ward in a nev­er- end­ing stream. 

When it stands before You and Your infal­li­ble Truth­ful­ness, doesn’t my soul look just like a mar­ket place where the sec­ond-hand deal­ers from all comers of the globe have assem­bled to sell the shab­by rich­es of this world? Isn’t it just like a noisy bazaar, where I and the rest of mankind dis­play our cheap trin­kets to the rest­less, milling crowds? 


Rah­n­er, Karl. ​“Encoun­ters with Silence.” In Spir­i­tu­al Clas­sics: Select­ed Read­ings on the Twelve Spir­i­tu­al Dis­ci­plines. Edit­ed by Richard J. Fos­ter and Emi­lie Grif­fin. New York: Harper­One, 2000
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