I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Showing posts with label self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
On Meetings
It has been an interesting week. After a couple of days of being sick, I am now in full "meeting mode" at the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church, USA. Meetings are odd things. Generally I don't like them, and the longer the meeting is, the less I like it. This meeting goes for over a week. And so far I have spent hours in a downstairs room (no windows) participating in a committee. We have been discussing social justice issues, an important point of focus for any church (if you don't believe me wander through the Minor Prophets). But it is a meeting, and a meeting about church governance at that. What I jokingly call "my version of hell."
But there have been wonderful moments. A chance to meet with a man who had a lot of influence on my life in college days (Steve Hayner), with a cousin, and chance encounters with other people from the narrative of my life. Finding new friends who have open hearts and minds. I have also had moments, during the breaks to read. I have been chewing on a book by Wayne Muller, an author recommended by a counselor friend.
The book, How, Then, Shall We Live?" focuses on four critical questions we must ask ourselves if we want to find the meaning of our lives. The questions are "Who Am I?", "What do I love?", "How shall I live, knowing I will die?", and What is my gift to the family of earth?"
It got me thinking about the questions we as the Presbyterian Church are asking. We seem to be asking the wrong questions. Or perhaps not asking the wrong questions, but trying to answer questions about things like social justice without having asked the right questions first. Such as "Who are we?" "How do we as the church love God in Christ?" It seems we have to answer those questions first, before we can talk about how we live, about how we take our place in the family of earth.
Muller suggests that if we want to move on the questions about how we live in the world, we must first work on our inner life, and in that way create a life of beauty and meaning. This seems to be a message I am seeing a lot lately. Maybe it is being said more, or perhaps I am merely more prepared to hear it. Mullen calls this becoming intimate with self and sacred. Eckhart talks about the dialog between the kingdom within us and the spirit that flourishes in the world around us. The Bible talks about the mystery of "Christ in us." Muller calls it "finding our story."
However we name it, it is that part of us that is true, it is us created in God's image, and recreated when God, in the Holy Spirit, becomes active at the center of who we are, in our hearts. When we find this self Muller insists, we find acceptance. We know we are loved, and even loveable, in spite of our flaws. We learn to take what is good in us, and work with it, celebrate it, nurture it, restore it, and thus grow and expand. When we find acceptance and thus can be "who we really are", then we can act.
Yes, this may sound a little, 'out there', and no, I have not wrapped my head or my heart around it completely. But somewhere in this movement inward, is the seed of a movement outward that will be meaningful. It is when this inward movement has taken place, when we find what is good and true, and what is bad and false about ourselves, and embrace that self in the context of God's love, that meaningful action takes place. It matters not whether the heart be mine, or the heart of the church.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Dis-ease
Recently I have been reading through Sam Keen's book "To A Dancing God.". At one point Keen describes a moment when he felt totally confused by life. He describes his confusion this way. "It was as if my interior space had been hollowed out, and boredom, anxiety, despair, impotence, erratic willfulness, and shameful self-consciousness were dumped in and agitated like clothes in a washer. These demons whirled around my inner emptiness, their harsh screams reverberating and blending into a painful cacophony in the vacuum" (p. 16).
I remember reading that and going "Wow! That's me!" Maybe not today. But many times in my life as my sense of dis-ease with myself, my journey, my life, has come oozing the the surface. Escaping my careful attempts to keep it hidden. Not just from others, be also from myself.
What Keen has helped me understand is that my dis-ease comes from my uncertainty about the answer to one very important question. "Who am I?" It seems like a 58 year old man with two masters and a doctorate ought to know the answer to that question. But if I am really honest I am not sure I really do. In part it is because I have been asking the wrong questions. I have looked for meaning and purpose by asking "What am I to do?" I have looked for answers to the puzzle of my self by looking at my past, and hoping I could find others' to blame for some of the quirks in my character. So I have looked behind, and looked forward, but I have had no clue who I am now.
It is not that I can ignore the past, and my memories, or the future, and my dreams. But I must learn, within the context of my past realities and future hopes, to live in the present. To be. More specifically to be present. To be present with those whom God places in my path. To be attentive and open. To listen and care. To put aside the way my past life and future hopes color my perceptions, and really welcome the reality of others, to accept the wonder and mystery of who they are.
In short I need to be present with myself, and others. Sounds simple. I know all too well it is not. But I am going to try. To let go of my slavery to my past, to what I have done, and what has been done to me - to let go of my vision of the future, and the way it narrows my view - and be, with God, with the Spirit in this moment. For it is in that way that I allow God to lead me each stop of the way, and quiet the chaos within.
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