Is prayer book revision a rational response to a current encounter? Or could this perhaps represent a more habitual response?
We have been encouraged in the modern, post-transition age to lose a sense of narrative in our humanity.
Until quite recently, I never imagined I would end up at an event that was splashed all over the British tabloid press and only moved to London after it had been banned from Malaysia.
The liturgy is a ritual enactment of the Last Day, a corporate enactment of our collective hope. But it also mirrors the beginning of days.
There is indeed a waiting that is a listening, yet the path to spiritual flourishing proceeds upward.