The way out, at least for me, was to engage the humble work of silence and rid myself of what E.M. Forster called “poor little talkative Christianity.”
I don't know how to do this. Even the act of seeking silence is a task itself and I find it's own commodity. When silence accidentally finds me, I learn and meet the Spirit. But that ain't often enough.
I get that. You are not the only one who has expressed this sentiment to me... I'm actually working on some writing that I hope makes it into the world that delves deeper into this challenge of finding silence. While I seek to make the "practice of silence" part of my everyday life, I was also trying to address the ways church services are prone to push against the gift silence/stillness. Thanks for always being so thoughtful! :)
I don't know how to do this. Even the act of seeking silence is a task itself and I find it's own commodity. When silence accidentally finds me, I learn and meet the Spirit. But that ain't often enough.
I get that. You are not the only one who has expressed this sentiment to me... I'm actually working on some writing that I hope makes it into the world that delves deeper into this challenge of finding silence. While I seek to make the "practice of silence" part of my everyday life, I was also trying to address the ways church services are prone to push against the gift silence/stillness. Thanks for always being so thoughtful! :)
I can't help but want to dive into Quaker style gatherings. When I've shared space in their community, silence felt effortless.