If I am to live "immersed in lectio" (i.e. in scripture), I must learn to take it with me wherever I go. This is obviously a process, an "art" that cannot be mastered overnight.
Years ago, I learned a way of carrying at least a touch of lectio with me... a way to cart chunks of the Bible around as I work and drive and (especially) face into the storms of life. In recent weeks, I've been re-learning the value of this "portable lectio." It does not replace time apart with God, for I need time with my Bible open and with my mind as concentrated as possible. But I am greedy enough to want scripture with me, wherever I go. I want God's word to shape me. To mold my attitudes, soothe my worries and calm my fears. I want scripture to form my thinking. I want to carry it with me as much as possible. So, in addition to taking with me parts of scripture that jumped out at me "this morning," I also memorize.
Someone asked me, years ago, why anyone would bother memorizing verses of scripture when Bibles were so readily available? Because, I answered, there may come a time when I might not have ready access to one. I wasn't necessarily referring to anything apocalyptic, but to any times when I might want to "read" the Bible and wouldn't have one right in my hand. Like once when I spent an hour in an MRI "tube" with nothing to think about but the blangs and clangs swirling around my head. I was thankful, then, to have memorized a few chapters of scripture. I practiced lectio right there, holding a mental, silent conversation with God as I lay in my metal enclosure....
Read the rest at Nancy's blog The Cloistered Heart.