The Question

Its June, the year is almost half over and it seems that I have been stuck on a single questions that seems so simple yet I am finding this question is a lot like an onion in that it has a lot of layers to it. So what is this perplexingly complex question? What do you want? Yup, that’s it. Four words and I’ve been pondering it since January. Each time I face this question, it shine on a different part of my being.

This past winter was rather dark and bleak for me. My depression hit me hard and held me down for a long time. My world felt like it was collapsing in around me. I was functioning at the “I can get done what must get done” level with little left over to do anything else. I have a few people with whom I can reveal the depths of my darkness, but to the rest of the world I would use my favorite phrase “I’m fine” when asked how I was doing. The people I trust are those who don’t try and fix me but rather simple are there for me.

Now I know this is going to sound strange but it is in these darkest moments that God and I have an intimate, deep, rich, soul searching times together. It was out of this time together with God that my question first appeared. At this time the question was really in the form of a feeling – frustrated. Work, church, life they all seemed to be getting me nowhere really fast — actually they were getting my nowhere really slow. Moments of hope sandwiched between mountains of despair or frustration (depending upon the day). What could I do? Where could I go? How do I fix it? I was stuck because I didn’t know what I wanted.

The actual wording of the question didn’t form until I went away to a 3-day silent Ignatian retreat. During the first conference the leader’s question was What do I want? This question summed up my past couple of months of wonderings. As I went back to my room to ponder this question I was able to come up with a list rather quickly (the first few layers of the question). My list was solutions to the things that had be frustrating me, getting some land for a cabin, loosing 50 pounds. These answers didn’t scratch the itch my soul was feeling.

After a little more time at the retreat my answer to the “What do I want?” became a desire to know God more. So for  the last few months now I have not only been wrestling with the question “What do I want?” but also struggling to see if my answer of drawing closer to God was what I really wanted. It this is my answer, What does that look like?

During this time I was reading a number of books that in one way or another were asking The Questions or offering ideas on how to approach answering The Question. The Gift of Being Yourself, Sabbath, Sacred Rhythms, Discernment, God’s Will and Living Jesus all helped to guide me in this journey. God asked the question of Solomon, “What shall I give you?” (1 Kings 3:5) and Jesus ask the question numerous times of the people seeking things from him, “What do you want?” Solomon chose wisdom and those asking Jesus chose sight, healing, but some also simple chose to follow after Jesus.

As May arrived so did another round of depression and despair with a side of anxiety (something new to me) to boot. I was once again wrestling with doubt, worth, fear, work, and life. Like the author of Ecclesiastes state “Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” (1:2, NIV). As I worked through the month I came back to the answer I first penned in March, that what I desired, what I wanted was to draw closer to God. To be in a deep intimate relationship with the creator of all things. In March my margin note to this answer was “Do I really want this?” I think I have come to the conclusion that yes this is what I want. Or maybe a better way to say it is this is what my soul desires, it is what my soul needs. So maybe a better working of The Question would be “What do I need or desire?” not “What do I want?” God has promised to give us the desires of our heart and to meet our needs. As one draws closer to God and aligns one’s heart with God’s we begin to see what it is that God has in store for us and our desires are met.

So this is where I sit after five plus months of pondering The Question. I guess the question I have for anyone that has read this through to the end is What does your soul desire? How are you going to satisfy that desire? For me, I’ve got my rule of life in place, a stack of books to read, an adventure in Ignatian spirituality to continue on, and most importantly the Holy Spirit to guide this entire process.

If you are interested in having another set of ears to listen to what you are hearing I do offer spiritual direction both in-person and on-line. You can contact me at scott@thesojournersgarden.org.

A New Beginning

Demontreville Jesuit Retreat HouseA couple of weeks ago I was sitting at Demontreville Jesuit Retreat House in the middle of a 3-day silent Ignatian retreat. I was the perfect end to a long desert time between me an God. At the end of 2015 I was tired and weary. I had just finished an intense year-long course of study to become a spiritual director that was both wonderful and very exhausting. I found myself withdrawing to process through the things I learned, or at least the things I began to learn and study. Then 2016 arrived and soon it was gone.

Looking back, this season was a time of rest preparing me for my Dark Night of the Soul time beginning in early 2017. The Dark Nigh of the Soul is a poem by St John of the Cross in the late 1500s. the poem is about an experience where the author is drawn to God because of life circumstances. My Dark Night comes as my depression settles in. I know this is not typical but it is in my darkest times that God meets me and together we work on my spiritual transformation. Seemingly as quickly as my depression settled in it lifted and the thought that I was left with as a need to know God deeper, to better understand what it means to give oneself as a living sacrifice to God. It was somewhere in this darkness that I actually signed up for the retreat but thinking back I don’t know when or why I did it.

Fast forward to my Ignatian retreat and there was God, confirming what I had been sensing. Through my time of reading, prayer, meditation, and listening I know that what I am seeking, what I am desiring is an invitation from God to draw close to Him, to abide with Him. The step I am at now is processing the “how” of doing this. Ruth Haley Barton in her book Sacred Rhythms  writes that “nothing in our spiritual life originates with us. It all originates with God.” So in a sense it is simply about sitting back and listening to/for God’s invitations. To do this I need to notice where God “interrupts” me each day, noticing the encounters with God and others that will help draw me closer to God. I need to develop my daily rhythm, making sure I set aside time to reflect, listen, and notice.

A Year of Transformation

I am weary and tired. It seems like only yesterday summer was just around the corner and now I’m looking at it through the rear view mirror. It was a good summer, a busy summer, but it was a summer where I haven’t taken the time to sit and be still. I know most of you won’t be able to understand my enjoyment in this but I was able to spend over three hours this morning simply sitting in my overstuffed office chair, listening to the storms roll through and pondering the things that God has been stirring in me over the last nine months. Three hours of quiet pondering time. What a treat. Just me, my thoughts and God. Oh, and coffee too!

In the last twenty years I have had a number of key extended periods of time where God has done some significant transformational work in me. We all have those key moments or events but what I’m talking about are extended periods of time of a year or more where the transformational process unfolded slowly and the transformational changes fused into my being. In the mid-1990’s my lessons learned were about trusting God and stepping out in faith. In 2004 the lessons were about identifying and living out the things that I said I believed and valued. It’s  been in these last 8 or 9 years that it seems that I have almost been in a continuos time of transformation. Perhaps it hasn’t been so much about transformation, rather it’s been about identifying the person God has intended me to be. I have blogged about the beginning osheepf this time and a stupid sheep. Who would have thought that God would use my response to a blog posting about a stupid sheep to send me into an almost decade long transformational process. I also have numerous blog posting about the other transformational moments in the pas 8-10 years.

In short this past decade has been about doctoral studies, the contemplative life (whole new vocabulary), spiritual direction, clearly identified life purpose/meaning/mission statement, a few ah ha moments, teaching, ministry, and training to become a spiritual director myself. Now that I have bored you with the context, if you are still with me I will be focusing on the last nine months and my spiritual direction training. You see this brings me back around to where I started, I’m tired and weary. Actually I have coined the term contemplation fatigue to describe my current state of being.

In January I began a year long online spiritual direction program through CenterQuest. We began with a week long residency in Malibu in early January and will wrap things up with a closing residency in LA right after Thanksgiving. Between these two residencies we have been doing a lot of reading, learning and reflecting (contemplating). I’ve learned new techniques and spiritual practices, how to listen, pray, and be still. As a natural contemplative this was all wonderful. I was gaining a new vocabulary to describe things that I have been doing for years but didn’t really know what to call it. It has been a wonderful adventure. At the same time, I have spent the last 8+ months contemplating and haven’t had the space to process all the things I am learning about myself thus leading to my contemplation fatigue and weariness. I’m not complaining, well ok maybe I’m whining just a bit, but through this all God has been revealing to me who He sees me as and who He wants me to become.

Out of all my ponderings I have discovered two new (now able to articulate) characteristics of who God has created me to be. One is a discovery of my contemplative voice. This is reflected in how I pray, how I ministry, how I view life, and how I tend to my relationships. I think the biggest thing about this discovery is simply being comfortable in being a contemplative in my current faith tradition. I see part of this voice as being one who translates the contemplative practices into practices that are better understood in my evangelical setting.

It is out of this voice that I am building The Sojourner’s Garden ministry that has been simmering for over 20 years. This ministry is designed to give people a place to come and be still in the middle of our busy metropolitan center. My desire to create an environment where one can come and tend to their soul and listen to that still small voice of God that at times can be drowned out by the noise and business of life. I taught a class this summer on Soul Care and had a dozen seminary students take the time to be still and allow God to minister to them. I want to be able to bring this some soul care to others. In conjunction with this is the ministry of spiritual direction where I find great joy in coming along side others and helping them hear what it is the Spirit is saying to them. To help them process what that still small voice of God has laid on their heart.
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Even now as I write this I am realizing that there is only one theme that has come out of my months of pondering. It is the discovery of my different voices. The contemplative voice describe above is not new but I can now better articulate it but the other new voice has taken me my surprise. That voice is an artistic voice. To be more specific it is the voice of a glass artist. Erwin McManus in his book The Artisan Soul suggests we all have a creative side. Well, my creative side is coming out in glass art. I have had trouble making the connection as to why these two things were coming forth out of my ponderings. A couple weeks ago while processing these discoveries with my spiritual director I was able to connect them as both being invitations to the other to focus on God. It is my desire that my glass art draws people into the scared through the visual and the stories that go with it and that my contemplative voice offers people a safe place to be still with God. What I am seeing now is that I am developing one voice with two different – I don’t know dialects, vocabularies, languages? – but the same invitation to draw close to God and focus on Him.

So I guess that is why I am tired and weary. I have brought forth two new voices, well one voice with two distinct tones and a single simple invitation to take the time to sit and be still and focus on the invitation from God’s gentle whisper. This is as much a message to myself as it is an invitation to other to set aside the time to see what  God’s invitation to you is.