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Today I was visited by disciples of a local Baptist community. They were in full proselytizing mode: quick with scriptures to quote and numerous questions to ask designed to find the fatal flaws in my own understanding. Their command of memorized scripture was certainly impressive and I welcomed them and their ministry.

Greeting them as brothers in Christ, I gave them time to share their views. I explained that I was a Franciscan. This was of no interest. What mattered most to them was to stay on script. It was rather amusing if annoying.

Expressing my faith in the Light of the World was clearly not enough. In any event, I must have “failed” their test. They turned away tossing off a quote from Galatians.

I wished them well and the blessings of Easter. They walked off without a smile or a reply of any kind. It was cold and dismissive.

This was nothing new as I’ve had many past interactions with fundamentalists that go more or less the same way. But, this moment stood out. What was striking was the almost complete absence of kindness and warmth. This stands in sharp contrast to my experience of a neighbor’s kindness in stopping his car yesterday to ask if we needed anything from the local store.

With whom would Jesus choose to spend time: my neighbor or the erstwhile evangelists?

Men and woman of a hollow faith that is actually ideology are legion. They use their espoused faith as a shield against genuine caring and wrap their fears of the other in evangelical fervor. It is a reminder of the importance of discernment of the spirits in our age of unthinking consumerism amidst the hungry peddlers of formulaic religion.

It is not the words and the doctrinal formula that are the signs of a true woman and man of faith, but the capacity for genuine compassion, unfeigned empathy and loving regard. These are the signposts of a true disciple of the One Light that shines through many faiths albeit adorned in different metaphors and narratives.

The morning encounter was good food for thought and rich stimulus for prayer in this time of global pandemic and exposure of the truth of just how fragile and vulnerable we are. It makes clear our desperate need of true community: our need of one another as Brothers and Sisters of the One Light.

May we be blessed with hearts of authentic caring for one another in these fearsome times.

Peace & Blessings.

© The Harried Mystic, 2020 and Br. Anton, TSSF. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

In the Divine Comedy, Dante writes:


“ This the beginning is, this is the spark which afterwards dilated to vivid flame, and, like a Star in heaven, sparkling in me.” Paradise, Canto, XXIV

A neighbor driving by, as I was checking our mailbox, stopped his truck to ask me if we needed anything. He was running up to the nearby gas station to pick up a few things. This kindness left me smiling and made everything lighter for the rest of my day in this time of Covid-19.

It is the tender moments of spontaneous caring that act to elevate the soul. Kindness and caring are a powerful medicine for anxious times. Even a simple smile works as a contagion of grace sparking ever greater compassion.

Our better angels resonate to moments of such empathy and outreach, intensifying the Light of love and amplifying shared joy.

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Choosing Joy

“Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.” ~ Henri Nouwen

As I continued to shelter in place at home today, the day was filled with phone calls and “Zoom meetings”, writing and cleaning around the house. One task required a visit to the side of the house to unravel a garden hose. It was then that I spotted him: a young wren struggling between the pool pump and filter.

Somehow, his leg had gotten caught in string wrapped around a broken twig. The more he struggled, the tighter the knot was becoming. I gingerly picked him up and tried to unravel the knot that had him bound. ( It struck me in the moment as quite the coincidence that the task I set out to accomplish was to unravel the knots in the garden hose.)

The knot was in fact so tight that I needed to get a pair of scissors and very carefully work it loose without injuring the leg and foot. Finally, with my wife’s help, we got it off. It looked like the string that would tether a child’s party balloon.

We placed him very gently back on the ground hoping that he could still fly. After a few tremulous flaps of his wings, he rose up quickly and vanished into the sky.

I tracked his progress briefly and, for a precious moment, my heart soared with him. A brother who was trapped was now free to rise up again. It felt really good.

One small moment with a life in our hands changed the experience of time and the meaning of the whole day for us. We had chosen joy! Oh, how all life is intricately and essentially interwoven.

Habitat destruction, on the other hand, is bringing wild animals into ever closer proximity to people in crowded places like WuHan China. Bats are problematically caged among the throngs of people shopping in so called “wet markets” whereby novel viruses can more easily enter into the human population and thrive.

I was reminded that, since Covid-19 first made its dramatic appearance, air quality is improving in a number of cities and other species ( notably birds) seem to be making something of a comeback.

This is important stuff on which to meditate as we consider our stewardship of Creation and how mindful we are or are not of the value of ALL life. Unintended consequences of our appetites are combining in complex ways and creating the conditions of our own demise as a species.

Let us, as Henri Nouwen reflects, choose joy over mere unthinking consumption. Let us pause and notice the little thing that makes a difference. That way, all those little choices can combine to weave a legacy of life; the surest route to deep fulfillment, meaning, and collective well-bring.

Peace

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I awoke to morning prayer again informed by Dante’s poetry:

 “ The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.”

Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, inferno-canto-vi-105

A profoundly Franciscan idea!


Over the weekend, my wife and I both became symptomatic and await testing ( whenever that becomes available). We may have a touch of seasonal flu or a cold or something else: worrying to be sure.


AND, yesterday, while standing at some distance from my granddaughter, she spotted me and called out down the street with such joyful exuberance, waving her arms and running our way- “Pop-Pop!”


As neuroanatomist, Jill Bolte Taylor wrote in her book, My Stroke of Insight, after recovery from a massive left hemispheric stroke: “ We may think of ourselves as thinking beings that feel, but we are really feeling beings that think!

Amen!

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A little cumulus with wisps of cirrus, March 22, Minneola Florida

We’ve all played the cloud game as we watch the changing forms we liken to different animals. Shall we take it up a notch?

Beyond looking for imagined likenesses, there is the real science of clouds and how those shapes act as signs of what’s happening at different levels of the atmosphere.

It’s also simple fun to just look up and try to spot the more unusual cloud formations such as: the Kelvin-Helmholtz, Asperitas, Lacunosus, Horseshoe Vortex, Fallstreak Hole, Tuba, Lenticularus, Mama, Roll Clouds, Pileus and Nacreous, among others. This is nothing less than a dynamic alchemical mixture of water vapor, and dust at varying temperatures and winds aloft: ever-changing sky-scrapes.

The Cloud Appreciation Society was founded in 2005 by Gavin Pretor-Pinney. I’ve been using the society’s “ CloudSpotter Ap” now for about a year. It is another way to open our eyes to the marvels all around us that we often take for granted. You can get competitive too by collecting awards for spotting different combinations of clouds.

As we are spending more time at home in states especially hard hit by the Covid 19 virus, it’s refreshing to mix book time with daytime reading from the Book of Nature. It also puts to shame what passes for most television and the cost of cable.

Coupled with birding and astronomy, what better low cost amusements to feed the mind and, perhaps more importantly, the soul. I commend the practice.

Check out what’s UP!

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I have embarked on a personal reading project during this Season of the Covid -19 Pandemic: revisit the Franciscan and Franciscan-inspired classics.

One can tackle such a project in a number of ways, but I’ve chosen to do so alphabetically by the authors last name. So, I began today with Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy Getting reacquainted with this narrative poem was a treat and an inspiration for our times.

The poem is structured in three parts: the Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise. The opening stanza of Inferno, Canto 1 reads:

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

This famous opening stanza captures the essence of what so many are feeling across our Nation, Europe, Asia and South Asia about the dark uncertainty that hangs over us. As the world pursues a vaccine , we must wait.

While we wait, we have one enduring force to bring to these anxious days: Love.

Among the final stanzas of the Comedy (Paradiso, Canto XXXIII), Dante writes:

Here vigour failed the lofty fantasy:
But now was turning my desire and will,
Even as a wheel that equally is moved,

The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.

Peace.

© The Harried Mystic, 2020 and Br. Anton, TSSF. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

Disciplined reflection is foundational to what it means to “examine ourselves”. We turn the gift of reason inward to check on the state of our souls as a counterbalance for what we necessarily execute on autopilot in our ever busier lives.

The central spiritual challenge we each have as 21st Century pilgrims of the Way, is to uncover our True & Higher Selves. Examens of consciousness are adjunct tools of self- inquiry that assist us in our work as penitents praying for the grace to set aside the numerous distractions strewed along the Path. These tools derive from, among other sages, the practices of Saints Bonaventure and Ignatius of Loyola. Both crafted disciplined “Examens” intended to help augment and deepen prayer.

There is an exercise that comes out of the Cognitive- Behavioral psychology toolkit that offers a different perspective on the work of examining our mental contents; additional scaffolding to help as we continuously work to build the architecture of our inquiry.

The Exercise: Set a timer for three minutes. Jot down, on a blank piece of paper, everything that courses through your mind before the timer runs out. When time is up, count the number of thoughts.

This is an easy way to tap into where our head’s are at any point in time. Once done, and you’ve counted up and considered the content of your conscious thought, ask:

  • How many individual thoughts do I count?
  • How many repeat themselves around certain themes.
  • What’s the tone of the contents of my thinking?
  • Around what issues do my thoughts revolve?
  • What surprises me?

Do this three times throughout the day ( e.g., early morning, early afternoon, and early evening) . In each case, make sure you can do this without interruption.

Before bed, take each of the 3 minute readings and multiply the number of thoughts by 20. As a final task, add together the three products (from multiplying the number of thoughts in each of the 3 minute samples by 20) and divide that sum by 3. This gives an index of the average number of thoughts over your typical waking hour during the day now coming to a close.

Do this every day for the remainder of Lent and plot them on a simple graph and note the trend; a quantitative handle on the degree of interior “noise” we are carrying.

Why bother, you may reasonably ask?

Well, we may know we are busy and worried and preoccupied in general but, just like the advisability of taking a measure of our weight daily each morning if we are working towards a weight goal, it’s good to hop on the “scale” of the weightiness of our thoughts every day to stay alert to the trends if our goal is to open up more space for the Spirit to fill.

For those working to cultivate greater spiritual interiority, it’s a “quick and dirty” heuristic to help flag ways in which we may need to be more deliberate and intentional about managing our thought-time.

What is often revealed is a need to tend to certain kinds of thought in a way that can help us to more effectively set them aside rather than ruminate incessantly. We may spot obsessional patterns, habits of automatic thought. Heightened attention to what’s happening inside our minds helps us to stand down the noise overall.

I have come to refer to this as a part of my own spiritual ” Noise Abatement Program.” It simply does no good to find quiet spots in my home or community in which to reflect in solitude if I carry into that quiet space a heavy load of mental content. That oppressive load will surely undermine the goal of centering and self-emptying.

For me, it is a fitting collateral Lenten discipline along with scriptural reading, other examens, and prayer. I encourage you to try it and see if bears fruit for you.

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