“Jesus himself, in the
midst of his busy public life, would withdraw from his disciples and retire to
the mountain to pray. We must follow his example if we wish to preserve and
strengthen our faith, to keep constantly before our minds the fact that our whole
life is from God and a going to God, to be ever mindful of his will in all that
we do.”
~Walter J.Ciszek, S.J.
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In
musical terms, a "rest" is an interval of silence in a piece
of music that usually highlights the notes, the moment in time, that comes
before, or after it. A rest is marked by a symbol that gives it a
particular note value, indicating the length of the pause.
What I realized yesterday as I sat on the edge of the ocean listening to the vastness before me, is that I'm in a long rest, a four-measure rest--a silence four-times the duration of a whole rest.
What I realized yesterday as I sat on the edge of the ocean listening to the vastness before me, is that I'm in a long rest, a four-measure rest--a silence four-times the duration of a whole rest.
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May
the God of peace make you perfect in holiness. May he preserve you whole and
entire, spirit, soul, and body, irreproachable at the coming of our Lord Jesus
Christ”
~
1 Thessalonians 5:23
(and the reading for Thursday’s Liturgy of the Hours Night
Prayer)
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Much like the things or
places that I can return to over and over that always feed me (read ocean and beach, any ocean and beach) -- there are also specific lessons in my life that
I seem to return to over and over again.
Unlike the things that feed
me, however, these lessons are often hard to admit.
Sometimes I feel like I
should have learned it by now, whatever the specific “it” is.
Sometimes, often times, I
beat myself up because I haven’t learned it by now, whatever
the specific “it” is.
And sometimes, pretty much
always, I eventually realize, and then eventually acknowledge, that instead of
letting God lead the charge, I have been the one trying to fix “it”, whatever
the specific “it” is.
When I look over my own
journal – or blog – I have to laugh out loud at how often I repeat myself. Not
just the lessons that come back again and again, but how often I repeat my
apparent surprise at what I hear, or what I notice, or what God is patiently
telling me, again and again.
Sigh.
Here’s my latest example. In
recent weeks, I heard from both a confessor (a priest I had just met) AND from my
osteopathic back doctor (a woman I’ve been going to for a holistic approach to
my body) --pretty much the same essential message: wait, rest, allow yourself
time to heal and to hear.
From the doctor’s perspective…
don’t get over-eager and over-do-it, especially, as you begin to recover and
feel better.
And from the priest’s
perspective… don’t jump in immediately to do many things as you acknowledge
that enthusiasm of the presence of God. Give yourself time to hear!
I should probably point out
that what preceded both of these was a period of NOT feeling well – and by that
I mean being brought to a stop by physical pain; and paralleled by a period
lacking in spiritual renewal and insight, which led me to confess complacency
in my walk with Jesus.
Let me phrase it another way.
My body does not lie. When it hurts, when it
needs my attention, when it demands that I stop, that I just stop all the “doing”…
it is (in the words of a wise friend) making it clear to me that I
have not been listening deeply enough.
This is Truth both to my body, and to my spirit.
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