Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Living in the Mystery

Rev. Dr. John Polkinghorne: Things that are just on the surface, easy to believe, are not the whole story. There's a deeper, stranger and more satisfying story to be found, both in science and in religion.

John Polkinghorne, had a distinguished career as a Cambridge physicist before also becoming an Anglican priest. His perspective transcends cultural controversies that see science and religion at odds. He uses quantum physics and chaos theory to think about religious mysteries and how the world actually works; from evolution and the afterlife, for example, to how the universe might make space for prayer. (www.speakingoffaith.org)

I will not claim to have anything but a very superficial understanding of quantum physics. So superficial I probably have no "right" to comment on anything a brilliant man like Polkinghorne would say. I'm not saying these things in false humility, they are true, I don't get physics.

Patterns however intrigue me. I love to find patterns or themes in my various readings, personal experiences, etc. I like to “connect the dots” as my co-worker frequently says. So when I heard Polkinghorne mention that things in the physical world can be both/and, such as light can be both wave and particle, it resonated with me. This idea that everything is not simply black and white, either/or, but things can exist both/and was not the only place I had encountered this concept of “holding things in tension.”

Einstein made a famous statement, “the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.” Mystery is not ignorance or confusion, nor is it a gap in knowledge that is waiting to be filled, or a set of questions awaiting answers. Mystery can be known without being solved. It can be experienced, sensed, felt, appreciated, even loved, without being understood. This may not be easy; it requires a surrender of all willfulness, a risking of self-image and a nurturing of intuition. (Will and Spirit, by Gerald May)

There is tension in holding this deeper understanding of both/and. I want everything laid out clearly. I want to know right from wrong and in many situations right and wrong can be clearly discerned. But as I have personally grown I understand that less and less things fall neatly into the right/wrong or either/or category.

God is calling me to hold more and more things in tension. To live in a mystery in which only He holds the “key.”

Surprisingly I find myself becoming more comfortable in my “uncomfortableness.”
I am becoming more willing and able to rest in the “unknown” and not have all the answers!

Maybe this is faith?
Maybe faith is holding and living in the mystery of God.
I wonder. . .

Sunday, October 5, 2008

The pond - sacred space

The other day we spent the afternoon at my parents. We had DISH installed so they will be ready when the analog signals are replaced 100 percent with digital. We figured if they had the exact same system as us, then via the phone even Jeff could help walk my elderly parents through the remote control buttons.

My parents live in a small community of about 50 houses. The little community is located between Hudson and Morenci, Michigan. This is where I grew up after leaving Detroit at age 10. I was the “city slicker” living in the country.

About a mile away from our house, down an old road that was only used by a local farmer, there was a small cabin on a pond nestled in a patch of woods. This secret hideaway was actually owned by a couple from our church, so the no trespassing sign I’m sure did not apply to me!

This secluded pond became “my sacred place.” I spent hours at the pond with my dog and journal. I went back there when I was sad, when I was hurt, when I was lonely, when I needed to think. The 20 minute journey back to the pond was therapeutic for my soul. I prayed, journal, cried, laughed. This place is in my soul.

As I grew older and first went away to college, then lived in Detroit, I always made my way back to this special spot. Once while living in Kentucky, I had had a relationship that turned south. It was crazy, but I was hurting and needed to go home. The weather forecast was crappy a big winter storm was moving in, schools were canceling, but I set out on a 6 hour drive home. It took me 9 hours to make it home.

The next day I put on some cross country skis and went back to the pond. The snow absorbed all noise and there was a deep, rich silence that I had never encountered before. The presence of God was so strong I could touch it. I finally breathed deeply.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

The pond - part of my early journey


The desire for contemplative prayer has been growing inside me since I was a young girl. As a quiet, introverted child I spent time back in the woods with my dog. I would take my journal and drawing pad, write poems, journal, talk to God. There was a special place about a mile from home. It was a small pond with a tiny cabin. People from our church owned it so I knew it was OK for me to be there, though I never asked for permission!

Friday, October 3, 2008

The pond

Pond
Sacred space
Inviting, anticipating, listening
Touched by God’s Spirit
Peace

I don’t know if I would call myself a contemplative person or not,
but if I am it all started at the pond.