I am reading the popular book, Eat, Pray, Love. Right now I
am with Elizabeth Gilbert meditating with her guru and Richard from
Texas in an Ashram at an undisclosed site in India. I was drawn reading
this because there are times when I would love to run away from home and
travel around the world for a year. The book is subtitled "One Woman's
Search for Everything Across Italy, India, and Indonesia". The author
characterized her own quest as "spiritual investigation". Elizabeth
began her quest by spending four months in Italy, eating. I must admit
that I am ever so slightly jealous. I can definitely picture myself
devoting a full third of a year to eating Italian food. In Italy.
The problem is that Elizabeth Gilbert is on the wrong quest.
The book made me sad. Not sad is in sorry for myself because I am not
reading it over a cafe table in Venice, but sad for Elizabeth.
Spiritual investigation is a noble pursuit, but I think she got on the
wrong train. As I read, I wanted to gently tap Elizabeth on the
shoulder, and tell her I think she missed the one thing that ultimately
matters. I can't judge her, all of us, every human being ever, has made
the same mistake.
Like kids on an Easter egg hunt we
continually overlook the prize that is hidden in plain sight, and hunt
where it can't be found.
John Piper, in a personal
communication quoted in Larry Crabb's manual to his School of Spiritual
Direction, called this syndrome the "treasonous pursuit of satisfaction
from the wrong source". All of us turn to something and demand that it
satisfy, or at least numb, our thirsts. We want husbands who faithfully
adore us, adventure, financial stability, good health, good looks,
gelato, ... Don't get me wrong, these are all good things, but they make
poor gods.
The old fashioned, out-of-style, modernly
offensive word used to refer to the search for satisfaction in all of
the wrong places is sin. The prophet Jeremiah speaks for God in
Jeremiah 2:13 "My people have committed two evils: they have forsaken
me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for
themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water."
So,
I must ask: where have I, in my thirst, strolled past the fountain of
living waters in order to drink from a broken cistern that can hold no
water? Have I searched for everything when I should have been searching
for one thing, or more precisely one relationship instead?
Earth's crammed with Heaven and every common bush afire with God
But only those who see take off their shoes
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries
Emily Dickinson
But only those who see take off their shoes
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries
Emily Dickinson
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A Friend to Friend Note to You
First, I would like to apologize for the significant gap since my last real post. I attended a week long conference on spiritual direction with author Larry Crabb and then flew to California for my daughter's college graduation.
The conference was rich. There were just thirty-one students gathered with Larry Crabb, his wife Rachel, and two spiritual directors at beautiful Glen Eyrie near Colorado Springs. Dr. Crabb did not distance himself from those of us attending the conference, though he certainly could have blown us away with his impressive credentials, intelligence, and his superior spiritual maturity. Instead, he approached us openly and humbly, a man sharing the things he has learned and where he is currently on his journey. It was a rare opportunity for me to sit in the presence of greatness, to listen, learn, be challenged, and soak in wisdom from my remarkable fellow attendees.
We spent the entire week having "conversations that matter" and being challenged with the ways we obscure the truth and put things that should come second in first place, (more on that in a later blog). I have so much to chew on from what I learned. I was convicted and challenged.
I thought I would blog during the free time that week, but I found myself so deluged by thoughts, and weary from the intensity, that I simply could not do it.
Now I find myself wishing that I could sink into a comfy chair across from you with my hands wrapped around a comforting cuppa something delicious, and have a conversation that matters with you. I would like to hear where you are in your journey, share where I am, and see if we can encourage each other to focus on what really matters in the midst of it all, loving God with all of our hearts, souls, minds, and strength.
Is it possible to have a "conversation that matters" over a blog? Speaking too much and listening too little kills any good conversation, and that is the nature of this mostly one way form of communication, but I would like to try anyway. In the next days (weeks? months?) I would like to talk about where I am, what I am learning, and where I am stumbling and falling. Maybe there will be something in it that will resonate with you and encourage you on in your own journey. I would love to have a two way conversation with you, so please comment back if you have thoughts to add, or would like to challenge me to see something that I seem to be blind to. Maybe together we can become "those who see".
Beth
The conference was rich. There were just thirty-one students gathered with Larry Crabb, his wife Rachel, and two spiritual directors at beautiful Glen Eyrie near Colorado Springs. Dr. Crabb did not distance himself from those of us attending the conference, though he certainly could have blown us away with his impressive credentials, intelligence, and his superior spiritual maturity. Instead, he approached us openly and humbly, a man sharing the things he has learned and where he is currently on his journey. It was a rare opportunity for me to sit in the presence of greatness, to listen, learn, be challenged, and soak in wisdom from my remarkable fellow attendees.
We spent the entire week having "conversations that matter" and being challenged with the ways we obscure the truth and put things that should come second in first place, (more on that in a later blog). I have so much to chew on from what I learned. I was convicted and challenged.
I thought I would blog during the free time that week, but I found myself so deluged by thoughts, and weary from the intensity, that I simply could not do it.
Now I find myself wishing that I could sink into a comfy chair across from you with my hands wrapped around a comforting cuppa something delicious, and have a conversation that matters with you. I would like to hear where you are in your journey, share where I am, and see if we can encourage each other to focus on what really matters in the midst of it all, loving God with all of our hearts, souls, minds, and strength.
Is it possible to have a "conversation that matters" over a blog? Speaking too much and listening too little kills any good conversation, and that is the nature of this mostly one way form of communication, but I would like to try anyway. In the next days (weeks? months?) I would like to talk about where I am, what I am learning, and where I am stumbling and falling. Maybe there will be something in it that will resonate with you and encourage you on in your own journey. I would love to have a two way conversation with you, so please comment back if you have thoughts to add, or would like to challenge me to see something that I seem to be blind to. Maybe together we can become "those who see".
Beth
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