Thursday 24 September 2015

Love Bade Me Welcome ...

A Service of Silence & Beholding

 - an unhurried time in which to dwell at the heart of the Eucharist - 

Sunday 27th September
8am
St. Mary's Church, Sullington, West Sussex

Love
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guiltie of dust and sinne.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack’d anything.

A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:
Love said, you shall be he.
I the unkinde, ungratefull? Ah my deare,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?

Truth Lord, but I have marr’d them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame?
My deare, then I will serve.
You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.

George Herbert
1593-1633

Peace be with you



Tuesday 8 September 2015

Welcome & Hospitality

We have recently returned from the Greenbelt festival*, a creative fusion of faith, the arts and social justice, along with people of all ages and weather of all sorts ... yes, it was wet and muddy ... and great fun! 

In amongst other things, we attended some talks and an art exhibition organised by the Corrymeela community whose work of peace & reconciliation particularly in Northern Ireland is inspirational and challenging ... and I have come home wondering about how their perspectives and insights about welcome and hospitality might inform my own life, particularly our ministry of contemplative welcome as a Quiet Garden ...

There is so much to explore, to ponder, to reflect upon ... so this is an insy winsy offering ...

For me, the Rublev icon depicts the Trinity of God as one of welcome... Father, Son and Holy Spirit caught up in the mutual gaze of loving attention – a sense of space at the front welcomes the viewer into the gaze – it draws me in to be part of the welcome of God ... 

That all sounds very lovely ... and it is ... it is also profoundly challenging, giving rise to the question -
'Can I live it?'
Can I be open to the other - Divine or human – and make space for the other in my attention?

Does my practice of silence (or any spiritual practice) cut me off from myself and the world? Or does it enable me to be more open, more able to give my attention with compassion for the other? (I invite you to ask these questions of yourself and your own practice.)

For me, there is an imperative to enable inner silence and stillness as that which gazes, listens and speaks into the muddle and joy of life - and that includes the current crisis in Europe. I have felt challenged by the news of refugees, especially by the emotive language and images in the press. It seems to me that there is a need to discern what really needs to be heard and what does not – what is to be welcomed here? 

This becomes a question that is taken back into the silence - a place of constancy before God and the drip, drip, drip of loving attention, to hollow out a place of compassion and loving attention which by its very nature sees what is to be welcomed. 

David Wood in his book Dark Prayer: when all words fail, says this, 

All the great writers and contemplative people in Christian history say that when you go deep into the silence and solitude of the chasm, yes, you are indeed alone. Yet, paradoxically, you become more intimate with all the peoples of the world, not less: you are not shut off at all. You become more empty so that there is more space in you to be filled. Usually we are so evasive that we fill up our lives with people and notions we want to be of service to - and those we want to be of service to us – and we screen off those whom we do not want. But in becoming ever more silent we discover that this screening process fades. The whole world comes towards us, enters us. And surprise, surprise, we can be greatly encouraged by the sense of solidarity this gives, in both suffering and joy, with all those who arrive at our house, now that we have room for them.

At the heart of you, you are not a blasted heath, windswept, withered with the bitterness of being alone and unlovable, but a meeting place like a good inn where humanity gathers and brings its warmth. And in this way we show something of the glory of God.

Compassion, welcome and hospitality begins here. So wherever you are, in time, place or journey, I invite you to put aside some time each day in which to become aware of your body, to welcome it just as it is, as thoughts arise to notice them with gentle hospitality, and through it all to quietly constantly return to your breath, the ebbing and flowing of the giving and receiving – and may the welcome of God, made known to us in Jesus, be our welcome, to ourselves, to the Divine and to the other ....  

in the peace of Christ
Tessa 


*www.Greenbelt.org.uk