I’ve been waking up at 3 a.m. most days since mid-January. Usually I get up at 4, but my teaching schedule shifted an hour earlier this semester, so what the heck. I don’t want to be casual about this relationship, you know?
You wouldn’t think one hour makes a lot of difference, but it does. It feels less like early morning and more like the middle of the night. I remember a brother at the Weston Priory telling me one time about waking up at 1 a.m. every day during Lent. It was the most spiritual period of the year, he said. But mostly it made him appreciate sleeping in.
People ask me sometimes why I bother getting up so early, and it’s a fair question. It’s not like God is partial to 4 a.m. rather than noon.
But knowing that intellectually and knowing it as the singular fact of my relationship with God are two different things. I’m still stumbling towards Heaven. I’m not striding gracefully, trailing beams of glory as I go. So I have to be present to God where the presence works. Really, what else can I do? What can any of us do?