The Divine Office is the teenager who stays home from a dance to attend a family get-together.
It is the husband whose wife doesn’t have to prod him to put down the newspaper or turn off the television.
The Divine Office is the wife who gets small children peaceably ready for bed after dinner so she can spend the rest of the evening with her husband.
Our personal Divine Office is the time we would like to spend in prayer for our families and churches and nations, but never seem able to acquire.
So far, unless it must diverge, this blog is written for all of those who have monastic hearts, hearts to live out their interior lives in an effectual devotion to God. So far, we are in this together, but there are those among us who have long evenings alone stretching before them, with nothing but time to…
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