For a guy who wakes up at 5 am most days, I’m really not a morning guy. I hate getting out of bed. It takes me at least 90 minutes and two cups of coffee to feel safe operating a motor vehicle. I rarely wake up excited to start a new day. So it is that I’m not one who can pull out their Book of Common Prayer and a Bible and read morning prayer. Navigating the Psalms, appointed lessons, and the Collect of the Day is enough to make me want to crawl back in bed. I rely instead on the good people at Forward Movement who provide up-to-the minute accuracy on the Daily Office website. It might be cheating to not have to do the page flipping, but that it keeps me from cursing seems to be a fair trade off, and besides, I own a pellet smoker, so I’m kind of OK with taking the easy way out.
Still, I’m not a morning person, and so I’m often either teetering on the edge of falling back asleep or pushing my luck in the amount of time I have before the kids get up. Should I be planning my own Morning Prayer office, I’d probably choose the shortest canticles every morning, but because I rely on the coding skills of the FM staff, I’m at their mercy. If they choose all three section of Canticle 12: A Song of Creation, I’m stuck reading it. I can remember early on in this phase of my Daily Office habit getting frustrated with what seems to be a strong affinity on behalf of the coders for Canticle 16: the Song of Zechariah. It’s pretty long, and it spends half of its time rehearsing Old Testament prophecy. Couldn’t it just jump from the first verse to “You, my child, shall be called the prophet of the Most High…”?
In the years that have passed since restarting a Morning Prayer routine, I’ve learned to love Zechariah’s Song, which is appointed in place of a Psalm for Advent 2C. I love it contextually, as it comes from the mouth of the temporarily mute priest Zechariah who doubted God’s ability to produce a child for this long barren couple. I love that it is sung in direct response to his fear-filled neighbors who wonder, “What will this child become?” And yes, now I even love that it takes the time to cover the promise of God to the people of Israel through the prophets, all the way back to Abraham. What I love the most, however, is the blessing Zechariah bestows upon his son. Like it is for Mary, I’m sure that Zechariah knows that this particular blessing will bring with it pain for John and his family, but in faithfulness, the blessing is proclaimed nonetheless.
“You, my child, shall be called the prophet of the Most High, *
for you will go before the Lord to prayer his way,
To give his people knowledge of salvation *
by the forgiveness of their sins.
In the tender compassion of our God *
the dawn from on high shall break upon us,
To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, *
and to guid our feet into the way of peace.”