
For almost as long as there have been humans, there have been people who noted this paradox, both lamenting it and attempting to redress it. There is a family resemblance in all of these traditions, namely, a conviction that human consciousness must be trained to see what is there all the time to be seen. The ancient Mediterranean philosophers promoted philosophy as a whole way of life, in which the mind was disciplined into seeing the ordering principle of being, the ratio or logos that everywhere surges within it. The ancient Hebrews were commanded to enact a dramatic rehearsal of the events whereby YHWH had entered the creation. Hindus have prayed and sought the blessings of the Devas for millennia, and Buddhists have engaged in ritual practices of detachment in order to purify the sight to perceive the absolute that negates all the world's seeming.

We confess ourselves humbled by that address and respond in the prayers, both written and spontaneous, in the recognition both that our times require a response that is unique and also that only those who have been taught to speak can make such a response. In our speech, we present ourselves to God as those who have been addressed and who have assumed the responsibility to appear as we are before God. We ask for divine power to turn us more and more into people whose lives in the world make clear that God has spoken to the world in Christ and has summoned the world to the divine service. At morning and at evening, there is both the call and the response, each time dramatizing the events that, so we claim, have created and redeemed the universe. God has spoken, and creation has appeared. God has delivered Jesus over for our redemption, and we have appeared before God as friends.
Additionally, through the year, this pattern of address and response is inflected by the events not only in the life of Christ (Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, Life, Passion, Death, Resurrection and Exaltation) but in the life of the Church which is his body (the days of the Apostles, Prophets, and Saints). In these inflections, we rehearse the life of Jesus over the course of the year as the event that founds our redeemed existence. And in these rehearsals we are reconstituted as those whose center is not a vacant stillness but a perpetual offering of self in obedient self-denying love before God. And this center's ordering principle is the prevenient gift of God in Christ, reconciling humans to God even when they were enemies.

This rather abstract description of the practices of "Anglicanism" is surely a bit idiosyncratic, and it does not really name my spiritual practice; but that is because, in a real sense, no spiritual practice that I am a part of is mine except in the sense that it belongs to Anglicans as a whole. We are a called out people, and while God's address spares no expense to speak to my heart, it speaks to my heart as it is actually constituted, by relationship to that which is external to me. There is no me that is not always already me in relation, me in response to that which is not me.
Thus, a life of common prayer disciplines my vision, weaning me off of a kind of preoccupation with myself, with the inner theater in which I differentiate between what is mine and what is not mine. But in this differentiation I am choking my own response to the givenness of everything that is, the reality of God's gracious gift to me of everything I think is mine. And in this way, the paradox of humanity that Thurman observes in our captivity to the urgent is the fruit of the desire to acquire and to make mine what can never actually be mine. What do I have that I have not received? The Benedictine disciplines preserved in the Anglican Prayer Book traditions challenge my presumption that anything belongs exclusively to me, that even my words are really my own. And in so doing, it opens my eyes to the utter grace of being and of all beings; I am compelled to say of being what God has said of it, namely that it is "good." And I am compelled to act against the evil within it by offering myself in response to God's voice as it echoes in the prayers of those around me, of my neighbors. In this way, the so-called vita activa, the active life in which I participate in the demands of life, is reordered as a lived prayer. My own captivity to the urgent becomes (gradually and fitfully) an offering of myself to the needs of others, in the recognition that at least sometimes the word they speak to me is an address from God.
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