Tagged with Solitude

It is time

It is time

It is time for silence to do its work. I knew that it would be so.  That for too many months I have been running at a pace which would be arrested by only one thing.  And so I planned it, weeks ago, when I knew that this moment would come.  Two days and two nights … Continue reading

Innocence with experience

Innocence with experience

She juggles, they say.  Always several balls in the air.  And she doesn’t seem to drop any. Not literally, of course.  This girl can’t juggle real balls to save her life. Not even metaphorically really.  Not any more.  Because things have changed.  The gift box she wrote about some fifteen months ago, it really has … Continue reading

My heart rests

My heart rests

I spent three days in my little office this week.  Well, four perhaps – if I count the hours in there after Saturday’s graduation service when the whole place was virtually deserted but for a few graduating students trailing home, cars crammed full of boxes and dreams, the remnants of student life packaged and tied … Continue reading

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Present to him and to my self.  Absent – for now – to people.  That was what it was going to be. He’s said it clearly enough, after all.  And he’s shown me how this thing, because it will overflow in time to others, is not inconsistent with the biggest theological treasure which I have … Continue reading

Becoming present to Jesus

Becoming present to Jesus

Photo credit Present to God and present to my self, then only out of that to be present to others. That’s what I came away with at the end of my retreat.  In a week which was all about an inner work he was doing in my very being, I saw this more clearly than … Continue reading

Risky worship

Risky worship

true Christian worship is dangerous, far more a risk than a consolation, because true Christian worship initiates us into the stories and practices of a God whose ways are so maddeningly different from our own and, therefore, full of hope. …True worship is risky because through it we become increasingly vulnerable to the love and … Continue reading

More than I can say…

More than I can say…

The silence was beautiful. And not long enough. I was cared for and well-fed and surrounded by some lovely women, most of whom were in the region of three decades my senior, and it was beyond what I could have hoped.  We loved one another through our shared silence in a way that I could … Continue reading

Rhythms for the art of steering

Rhythms for the art of steering

I’ve had an increasing longing for stillness and solitude lately.  Well, that’s how my coach prefers me to describe it.  My exact words were more along the lines of longing to act like a hermit that doesn’t talk and just doesn’t do people. I suppose I can see how his turn of phrase is a … Continue reading

Becoming present

Becoming present

I learned something very useful in the last few weeks. It started with that week, the week when – for a moment – I lived at less than my usual hyper-speed velocity.  A beautiful week: of peace, of calm and stillness.  I had space to think and space to be.  It was possible to live … Continue reading

Silence of the heart

Silence of the heart

Silence and solitude are not just luxuries for a committed few.  They are the very ground in which God places his seed and they are possible even in the midst of a busy life and a hectic schedule, for the silence is the silence of the heart and the solitude a trust in God beyond … Continue reading