God of My Dai­ly Routine (5)
What Would Lift Me? 

Even if I should try to escape from my rou­tine by becom­ing a Carthu­sian, so that I’d have noth­ing more to do but spend my days in silent ado­ra­tion of Your holy pres­ence, would that solve my prob­lem? Would that real­ly lift me out of my rut? 

I’m afraid not, since not even the sacred actions I now per­form are free from the cor­ro­sive dust of this spir­it of rou­tine. When I think of all the hours I have spent at Your holy altar, or recit­ing Your Church’s offi­cial prayer in my Bre­viary, then it becomes clear to me that I myself am respon­si­ble for mak­ing my life so hum­drum. It’s not the affairs of the world that make my days dull and insignif­i­cant; I myself have dug the rut. Through my own atti­tude I can trans­form the holi­est events into the grey tedi­um of dull rou­tine. My days don’t make me dull— it’s the oth­er way around. 


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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