Common Prayer

I am not traditional by nature, more of a rebel or protestant, I’d say. So I didn’t expect official Episcopal liturgy to save me after my recent Big Three—Rob’s cancer diagnosis, the pandemic, my retirement. Now though, every Wednesday and Thursday I read from the Book of Common Prayer in community, one day Oración Matutina and the next Morning Prayer. Yesterday we three gathered beside Lake Washington in the glorious sunshine. It was good to have the bones of ancient structure to guide us.