It is not seldom that our silence and our prayers do more to bring people to the knowledge of God than all our words about Him”
Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island
Be a lover of silence
Many are avidly seeking but they alone find who remain in continual silence…Every man who delights in a multitude of words, even though he says admirable things, is empty within.
If you love truth, be a lover of silence. Silence like the sunlight will illuminate you in God and will deliver you from the phantoms of ignorance. Silence will unite you to God himself.”
Isaac of Nineveh (quoted in Merton’s ‘Contemplative Prayer’)
Receive a kingdom
As Easter unfolds, I am on day 4 of a water fast. Not only does the Christian rhythm invite fasting and prayer at this time of year, but the unusual space created by the current (fallacious) narrative of pandemic and resulting national house arrest offers the ideal occasion for a healing fast. What better moment to strip back distractions even further and invite more stillness, more silence, more contemplation, more being?
“A certain nobleman went into a far country to receive for himself a kingdom and to return.” Luke 19:12
Easter asks us to consider the template of resurrection portrayed in perfection by Christ. In extended fasting and prayer I am making my own modest gesture of humility in the face of this great act. I am engaging in deep gratitude for the most radical and potent of all Christian teachings.
"Then the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was torn in two. And when Jesus had cried out with a loud voice, He said, "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit." ” Luke 23:45-46
Within the timeless realm of fasting, prayer and quarantine, where days expand in inactivity, I find myself resting repeatedly in a zone of quiet and thoughtless neutrality. From the lowest registers of this space, small, personal revelations bubble up. These micro revelations are of a type that I can’t yet put into words in a manner that expresses their significance objectively. The closest I can come to articulating the contours of this territory is to say that I am resting somewhere between the truths conveyed in these two biblical passages:
“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed." John 20:29 “Therefore, behold, I will allure her, Will bring her into the wilderness, And speak comfort to her.” Hosea 2:14
From here, the horizon to which I look is most beautifully depicted in the words of Meister Eckhart and Saint Augustine. For those who are paying attention, the wisdom they share is a bold incentive to change, metanoia.
“The true servant of God does not desire to be told or to be given what they would like to hear or see, for their prime and highest wish is to hear what is most pleasing to God” St Augustine
“You should know that the friends of God are never without consolation, for their greatest consolation is what God wills for them, whether it be for their comfort or not.” Meister Eckhart
I wish everyone a fruitful Easter, and I hope that you all experience the joys of a transforming mind, heart and will.
Small Mind & I
I have a small mind. It is accustomed to working with concepts, to solving and fixing. It is satisfied with its questions, and proud of its answers. It becomes uncomfortable when placed in a container of silence. It perceives the possibility of demotion, and begins to fuss and fidget. It shows itself to be an insecure child, the amnesiac offspring of a secular world. In defence of my small mind, and to give it its due, it has generated much beauty, sculpted words, crafted sounds, refined spaces. It ensures that I have cleaned my teeth and paid the bills. I am glad of its companionship, and grateful for its service. After much strife, we have reached a conclusion: we are on the same team, my small mind and I. So now, engaged in the patient art of not-expecting, we sit together in quietness, without activity or movement, and slowly learn what we were not taught. We meet ourselves as we are: a singular lens, an awareness, an emptying vessel opening itself to the breath of creation.
Being a walking question mark 