This past weekend I was able to experience just a piece of what the monastic life is about. Given the intensity of last week, it worked out quite well that, months ago, I had scheduled myself a private retreat at the monastery out in Conyers. For those of you thinking it, yes it was kind of strange leaving Decatur for a retreat weekend and driving to a monastery that is literally 5 miles from my house. Growing up that close to the monastery, I had been there and visited the bookstore and grounds, but this was the first time I'd been with the intent of gaining spiritual insight.
Back when I scheduled my retreat, my goal was to learn more about the Holy Spirit. I've often heard people talk about "feeling the Spirit" or "being guided by the Spirit" and so forth, but the idea of the Spirit has kind of always made me uncomfortable. I think this has a lot to do with the fact that it's the same Spirit my "Reformed" friends talk about experiencing in silence or in times of great pain who is also present when Pentecostals and other Charismatics speak in tongues or prophecy. I've had two people in my life who I know have the latter ability, so by no means do I doubt the presence of this kind of thing in the church today, but I still don't really get it. Anyways, that was initiated my desire for the retreat in the first place.
For those of you hoping I could now say that I've mastered my understanding of the HS, sorry, I've let you down. In fact, my understanding of the HS has stayed about the same. What was confirmed for me at the retreat is that all people are different, and as such, God (the HS) meets people where they are and speaks to each of us in different ways. For me, I generally discern God's direction for me through conversation--conversation with friends, families, or even strangers. This past weekend I spoke with a Methodist, a few Catholics, a Baptist, and a few non-denoms about my life just to hear their thoughts. It turns out that the non-denom pastor who I talked with was actually a Methodist minister who had left the denomination for reasons similar to the questions I'm raising.
I'm not saying that quiet time, reflection, and the like are simply not for me. Over the last few months I've become convinced that while I do not much like journaling, it's the only way I take the time to deal with my own crap; it's much easier and makes me feel much better to help other people deal with their own stuff. However, in the times that I've done that as opposed to dealing with my own stuff, I wasn't being genuine to the people I was with and I was in denial of my own life. Taking time for this meditation/reflection/silence/etc. is not only good for Christians, I think it's essential to who we are. If we don't take this time, we not only end up going through life like zombies who are disassociated and just going through the motions (that might be a little harsh, but you get the idea), but we miss the faith practice of looking at how God has been in our lives over the last day/week/month.
It's no surprise to many of you that I'm not a big fan of silence. In fact, this past weekend confirmed something else for me as well: long periods of silence not only make me uncomfortable, but they stress me out. While experiencing a day of silence may be a retreat in itself for some people, I've got a long ways to go before I can find peace in it. After a few hours, I just miss the ability to be "with" people. I like hearing people's thoughts on a retreat, hearing their experiences of God. Some silence is definitely good for everyone--especially when it comes to contemplative prayer--because it allows us to be with God without all stuff we bring to the table. In my experience of Church, the only prayer I've been taught is one where I rattle off what I'm thankful for, what requests I have, praise to God, etc. Contemplative prayer is basically a kind of prayer in which you strive to keep your mind completely empty (kinda counter-intuitive, I know...and yes, it's really hard to do) and just sit with God. While I have by no means mastered this skill either, this is another thing I'm becoming more convinced should be a practice I work on; it's kind of hard to hear God when our only conversations are monologues.
"Men listened to me and waited
and kept silence for my counsel.22 After I spoke they did not speak again, and my word dropped upon them.23 They waited for me as for the rain, and they opened their mouths as for the spring rain.24 I smiled on them when they had no confidence, and the light of my face they did not cast down.25 I chose their way and sat as chief, and I lived like a king among his troops, like one who comforts mourners."