Let us start with a story...
Jane looked at the
time. Listed office hours were over. There was nobody else in the
building. With a deep sigh she pulled out her phone, turned it off
and put it back in her pocket. Then she stood up and made her way to
the sanctuary.
There Jane turned on
the sound system and started playing some gentle instrumental music.
Then she turned off all the lights, letting the space soak on the
sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows, and made her
way to the chancel. Jane flipped open the big Bible on the communion
table till she found the passage she was looking for. She read it
aloud into the empty space, letting the words resound off the walls,
then she flipped open the book of poetry she had brought from the
office and read aloud one of her favourite pieces. As the last line
of the poem echoed across the room Jane set the poetry down and sat
silently in the choir loft.
4 or 5 minutes later
she stood up and made her way down the chancel steps. Slowly,
reflectively, even meditatively, Jane started weaving her way through
the rows of seats. Carefully she passed between the rows, back and
forth, like it was a very basic labyrinth. As she walked Jane allowed
her mind to drift. For a while she reflected on the passage she had
just read. For a while she replayed the poem. Then she started to
quietly murmur words of prayer. Finally she fell silent and walked
on, down one side of the sanctuary then back up the other, until she
found herself standing again at the foot of the chancel steps.
There Jane settled
into the front pew. She sat with her eyes closed, letting the music
flow over her, silently lifting up her joys, her worries, her
confusions, her hopes to the Holy One.
Suddenly she heard
the church door slam and a cluster of voices in the hall, calling out
her name. Then a group of people, the Social Committee, burst into
the sanctuary. “Oh good! You aren’t busy!” the chair called
out. “We need to have a quick meeting to discuss next month’s
pancake supper!”
Jane grimaced. Then,
as calmly as she could, she said: “Actually I am in the middle of
something. If you go to the library I can join you in about 15
minutes.” The group left (though she could hear some grumbling as
they went) and Jane tried to find that quiet calm place from which
she had been dragged. But alas the moment was gone. She gathered up
her book, turned off the sound system, grabbed what she needed from
the office and joined the group in the library.
The next day there
was a phone call from the chair of the personnel committee. They were
concerned that when a group of people had come in (unannounced) and
asked to talk Jane had made them wait even though she had clearly had
only been resting in the sanctuary. Jane explained that she was
working, she was doing the work she needed to be ready to serve, she
was taking care of her Spirit. The call ended with a rather brusque
“Well don’t let it happen again”.
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Back in 2022 the
General Council released new vision and mission statements. Embedded
in those were three pairs of words: Deep Spirituality, Bold
Discipleship, Daring Justice. We
were all invited to embrace those ideals as ways we live out our
Christian faith. This year
our newsletters will invite us to reflect on them. As it happens I
have also chosen them as the launching points for three of our
Sundays in Lent this year.
We
start with the most foundational piece – Deep Spirituality.
This is, in my mind, what we build on if we are to be bold disciples.
It is what gives us the courage to dare and take risks for justice
(as I write these words I think of the people of Minnesota where
dozens of clergy were arrested this weekend as part of protests
against the terror inducing activities of ICE). As people of faith we
are invited and encourage to intentionally take time and sink into
God’s presence. As people of faith we feed our spirits/souls to
allow us to live out our faith.
Christopher
Grundy has a song called By the Stream. Within that song are
these lyrics (I think inspired by Psalm 1)
“Blessed are those who trust in God
they will be like a tree by the water
and sending out its roots by the Stream”
Listening
to the song, reflecting on those lyrics reminds me of the importance
of attending to our spiritual needs. There we get nourishment. There
we get what we need to be able to live out our faith.
The
story about Jane up above is a work of fiction. It started writing
itself in my head a couple of days ago. It is not a “names changed
to protect the innocent” thing it never happened to anyone I know.
In fact it is based on an old joke about the minister in their study
praying and someone comes in and says “oh good you aren’t busy”.
I just expanded it a bit. But the story (and the old joke) tells us a
lot about how we sometimes see the work involved in deep
spirituality.
Sometimes
we see those quiet, “non-productive” times as less important, a
thing that can be knocked off the calendar in favour of more
important “productive” work. With all the important things to do
can we really take time to sit quietly, or walk along the creek, or
watch the birds, or sing random hymns? I think we have to. I think
that when we don’t take that time it is so much harder to keep
doing the “important” things.
As
people of faith our guidance and strength comes from God. If we don’t
attend to our spiritual health, if we don’t sink deep into God’s
presence and love we suffer. We might become exhausted. We might lose
hope. We might start to think it all depends on us. Deep Spirituality
may not always prevent such things but it can help avoid them, it can
help us recover when they hit.
I
close with one of my favourite verses, one that I have used as a bit
of a mantra at times to sink into God’s presence: “Be still and
know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10)