This past Sunday I went to the Compline Service at St. Mark’s Episcopal Cathedral. Compline is an end of day service that consists of psalms, short passages from scripture and hymns and is performed by a choir. It’s origins date back to early monastic communities, but St. Marks has been doing this service every Sunday since 1956. For the past 63 years, men have performed the service but it’s 2019 now and the women’s choir performed for the first time in the church’s history. I thought it was divine.
As a spiritual, but not religious person, I attend compline service because it feels transcendent and meditative. People from all walks of life enter the cathedral and sit in the pews, on the altar steps, directly on the concrete floor. You’ll see people in their Sunday best, or in flip flops and yoga pants, or sometimes in pajamas. Lots of people bring their pillows and blankets and lie down to listen to the voices that come down from above. There’s no judgment. Everyone is there for their own reason and it’s fine by everyone else.
Sometimes when I’m there, I pray. It feels strange and foreign, but I do it anyway. Praying for mercy or forgiveness or for your loved ones or for our country or our planet … well, I figure it can’t hurt. I sometimes feel at a loss on how I can affect change when there’s so much going on right now. So when in doubt, I pray. Just in case. Because it’s something.
PS. I’m saying a little prayer for you too.