The first thing I noticed a few minutes after I had slid into my seat in the chapel was that my body relaxed. It has been a long time since I have had a whole day of quiet, with nothing I have to do, or can do, and all organized by other people. The Seekers Group had planned the whole thing and thought of everything, including snacks and lunch. The hospitality and spaciousness permeated the space. I came to the opening reflection without paper or pen — being somewhat compulsive about “note-taking” — resolving to just listen and trust that what I needed to remember would stay with me.
As advertised the day was mostly spent in silence, broken up — and I would also say, gently assisted — by 5 meditations in the Chapel spaced throughout the day. Here are some of the offerings that stayed with me (apologies if my memory isn’t quite accurate)
— “We give thanks for the gift of this day, and we pray for the world.”
— I was moved to ask myself — what are my particular temptations?
— “When we have a prayerful thought, God put it in our minds first. God is the initiator.”
— “Growth feels like being hauled into God’s lap.”
— “In Holy Communion we are called to offer ourselves wholly to God in whatever shape we’re in.”
We were in safe, trusted space. A space where people courageously stepped out of their comfort zone and into new territory, knowing they were among friends.
Sabbath time — we all need it, it is one of our commandments, yet in our hurried lives it is often the first thing to go. Monday is supposed to be my sabbath time, and yet more often than not it gets filled with business of one kind of another. Last Saturday, in that space of rest and quiet I received gifts of the spirit, and I think I speak for all who attended. Sister, Pam, Nancy, Judy, Marti, Florence, Esther, Maria, you offered yourself prayerfully to us in radical hospitality. Thank you.