I’ve recently taken out my Celtic Daily Prayer book … again and begun using it more regularly … again. I love the Celtic way of prayer and life. The way of learning to pray through life and live through prayer. It grounds me in a good way. There was a book mark that I’d left in a funny place, so I opened it to the bookmark and found some readings that struck me:
The only preparation which multitudes seem to make for heaven is for its judgment bar. What will they do in its streets? What have they practised of love? How like are they to its Lord? Earth is the rehearsal for heaven. The eternal beyond is the eternal here. The street-life, the home-life, the business-life, the city-life in all the varied range of its activity, are an apprenticeship for the city of God. There is no other apprenticeship for it.
Traveller to God’s last city, be glad that you are alive. Be thankful for the city at your door and for the chance to build its walls a little nearer heaven before you go. Pray for yet a little while to redeem the wasted years. And week by week as you go forth from worship, and day by day as you awake to face this great and needy world, learn to ‘seek a City’ there, and in the service of its neediest find heaven.
I’ve searched, but cannot find the source, of these readings. So I cannot properly attribute them. I’m pondering the notions they present about our search for the heavenly. They seem to be inextricably linked. Or are they? Do we practice for heaven in service to the needy? Who is needy? I wonder sometimes if providing service to those who are needy in body is a service to those of us who are needy in spirit. Thus it becomes an apprenticeship for both.