I enjoyed simply sitting in the service of morning prayer today, while Karen, resplendent in her reader scarf (and cassock and surplice [not surplus]) took the reins. I must admit, she probably knows more about the service of morning prayer in the Book of Common Prayer (BCP) than I do, having watched Michael at work.
The BCP rumbles, you know.
As you recite the psalms or canticles, which are set out to make them easy to read communally, they rumble. That’s what it sounds like if you listen removed from the liturgy, rather than simply taking part.
Rumbles are usually sounds that build up, whether its your stomach or an earthquake. They sound distant, but have that promise of persistence. They may be at the edge of your consciousness, but are not ignoreable. It’s more important than the immediate dialogue you are engaged in, whether with person, Facebook, crossword, or even your own thoughts.
When God speaks with us, there is that echo of eternity, that surprise of the immediate, and that familiarity of the Holy Spirit that we know, but can’t necessarily describe.
It may not be via the BCP, but it always reassuring to hear the sacred rumble of God.