*Yawn.* My brain shuts off after a point, and evidently so does my body. I divided my paper into five sections and got the first two written last night when I decided to start formatting the citations on those sections. (That’s always my least favorite part…) So here I am, several hours later, with citations still not finished and a strange calling to follow the advice of the psalmist:
“At midnight I arose to give thanks unto Thee for the judgments of Thy righteousness.” -Psalm 118:62, LXX
Just in case it’s not obvious, I should reiterate that I am making up these prayer “offices” to fit my fancy… very Methodist of me and with a minimum of research from every seminary’s most-trusted source:
So here’s to lighting a candle and prayerfully reading Psalm 119:57-64 (NRSV):
The Lord is my portion; I promise to keep your words.
I implore your favor with all my heart; be gracious to me according to your promise.
When I think of your ways, I turn my feet to your decrees;
I hurry and do not delay to keep your commandments.
Though the cords of the wicked ensnare me, I do not forget your law.
At midnight I rise to praise you, because of your righteous ordinances.
I am a companion of all who fear you, of those who keep your precepts.
The earth, O Lord, is full of your steadfast love; teach me your statutes.
The words of the psalmist seem far from me. Oh that I might seek the Lord as my portion, finding God’s love everywhere on earth. Oh that my motivations for praise might always be holy…