In the mountains of Umbria, a region in southern Italy, there is a small town called Norcia where the famous Saint Benedict was born in the year 480. A Benedictine monastery (a religious order that he founded which bears his name) sits high on a mountain overlooking the town. The first hour of prayer begins at 2:15AM in the morning. The valley is dark and the stone is cold. Somewhere in a quiet corridor, a man in a black habit puts his feet on the floor and rises to pray. Most of us have never chosen an hour like that. We reach for our phones and negotiate with the alarm. Yet in the monastery, men who have given up careers, families, and the freedom to order their own days get up in the dark, and they do it by choice. Rising is the first thing they offer each day. Before they have achieved anything or spoken to anyone, before they have been useful to the world, they stand and sing to God as the rest of sleep. The reason goes back to the command Christ called the greatest: You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. Most of us hear those words and agree with them in the abstract. The monks have tried to build a life that takes the words literally. If you are to love God with all your heart, then no part of the day can be held back from him, not the best hours, not the first hours, not even the hours when sleep is sweetest. Saint Benedict wrote in his Rule that nothing should be put before the Work of God, and he meant the chanted prayer of the Church, the Divine Office, offered again and again through the day. There is something unspeakably tender in this. A man does not rise at four to prove his toughness. He rises because love keeps its own hours. Think of a mother awake with a sick child or a lover watching at a window. Love does not ask when it is convenient. The monks have simply turned that old human truth toward heaven and decided that God deserves the watch. And the early hour is not only a sacrifice. It is also a gift. In the dark, before the world fills with noise, the soul is quiet enough to hear. The psalms rise and fall in the candlelit choir, and the Latin settles into the stone. There is a kind of freedom in having nothing to prove at that hour. No one is watching, and no one will be impressed. The only audience is the One who is always awake. Whatever is sung in that darkness is sung for love alone. Then the light comes.They pray, they work, and they return again to prayer. They have spent the whole day, hour by hour, saying one word in a hundred ways: yes. I think this is what moves us about the monks of Norcia, even if we will never wear the habit. They remind us that a human life can be organized around something greater than ourselves. They keep alive the astonishing claim that God is real enough to wake up for, that love is worth the cost of a hard morning, and that all of it is for him. Somewhere tonight a bell will ring in the dark, and men will rise. They are not at the edge of the world, as it might seem. They are at the center of it, doing what we were all made to do: loving God with everything they have, beginning before the dawn. --- Help Spread the Good News --- Father Brian’s homilies are shared freely thanks to generous listeners like you. If his words have blessed you, consider supporting this volunteer effort. Every gift helps us continue recording and sharing the hope of Jesus—one homily at a time. Give Here: https://frbriansoliven.org/give
