the blurb says this book explores daily life through the lens of liturgy, small practices, and habits that form us. and so it does.
she writes with a gently rambling style that is just the teeniest bit self-conscious and she meanders into side topics as you slide off to a snooze.
and yet she suggests ideas that are unexpected and lovely and that you instinctively feel are not too far off the mark. our bodies are not made to worship or be worshipped; our bodies are part of our worship. sleep, she suggests, is God's reminder that we are creatures in need of respite and will ultimately die. beyond a personal encounter with our Lord, it is within the eternal body of Christ that our faith is made whole.
she reminds me that God knows that my daily bread is plain and that there is dignity and holy toil in unexciting tasks in a day that works out in repetitively tedious strains.
it's like a nice omelet. unassumingly bourgeoisie easy and tasty and just a tad fancy and really quite nutritious.
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