Thursday, November 13, 2014

On Spiritual Practices


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FALL 2014 LCF
Class Session 6, Spiritual Practices
Tuesday, November 11, 2014


Reflective practices are a way for us to become aware of our own state of being – allowing us to come closer to our own body, emotions, thoughts, and spirit. This gives us an opportunity to settle into a fresh harmony and balance.

A definition of Spirituality as given by Howard Rice[1]: The pattern by which we shape our lives in response to experience of God as a very real presence in and around us.

Everything we’ve talked about as a spiritual practice is to feel that presence. For me, a lot of it is music. Using music to block out the world. Considering the dynamic nature of sound and music allows for reflection. Music – like art – transcends all languages and barriers and are two of the most beautiful communicative skills we have. Because it is not about we know or we think, but feel. It’s about our gut. It quiets us to reflect and affect our faith and values.

They help us to understand a God who is dynamic, relational, and immanent. The definition of immanent is ‘permanently pervading and sustain the universe.’ But at it’s root, immanent comes from the Latin immanere which means “remaining within”. I see it as “coming from within.”

Another spiritual practice is prayer. One that is inherently personal, solitary. But St. Mark’s also chooses to make it a social action – using an open forum of Prayers of the People.

The thing to remember is that more than anything else, spiritual practice has to do with how we’re showing up in the world and how present we are.

Mary Oliver writes “The first, wildest, and wisest thing I know is this: that the soul exists, and it is made entirely of attention.” Spiritual practices or disciplines are about growing the soul, about paying attention in such a way that the “soul” expands and pays attention. Spiritual practices are about noting the ways our inner lives, the world, and something larger than ourselves are woven together.

I [Claire] have shared with you that my love for music and art are my meditative practices. But when I feel it most is when I’m dancing in a club, surrounded by my friends, hearing the lyrics to “Don’t Stop Believing,” and there is that moment where I am wholly in the moment. It is beautiful. It is profound. I am with those people, and in that place, and I’m connected to God. And at the moment, I feel in my bones and the thought resonates: This is my church.

A little historic liturgy from St. Mark's lore:

Category B-11 Church

The Penninam Principle
The Reverend Dr. Charles F. Penniman Jr.
Christian Education Consultant to St. Mark’s Church, 1956-1960

Church … is the symbolic form in which I find my life and live it. … Church is always exclusive in a Faith sense, but not in a social, moral, or any other sense. If I am well-born here, I can never be narrow or isolated; I will be free for “friendly” mobility within history.[2]


The Adams Addendum
The Reverend James Rowe Adams
Rector, St. Mark’s Church, 1966-1996

The symbolic understanding of church is in a completely different realm from the use of the word to refer to a building or even to the people of the congregation. It helps to remember that church as people has no more power to save than the church building. The building and the people simply provide the occasion for our discovery of the church as the New Jerusalem come down from heaven, the symbol of God’s presence with us. It is the presence of God that makes us feel so well-centered that we are free to move among people who would otherwise appear threatening because of their differences from us.


Each of us shapes the spiritual community by the way we together shape its life in response to God’s presence. What is the effect our daily spiritual practices have on us, what we are able to give to the world, and to our community? How are spirituality and attitude shapes our worship, the collaborative leadership of the body, and our social action and interaction?

“Have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show. Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me.”
~ Alice Walker, The Color Purple


[1] Howard Rice, author of Reformed Spirituality: An Introduction for Believers, was a professor of Ministry and Chaplain Emeritus at San Francisco Theological Seminary in California.

[2] Full Category Description: Church (a categoric, not a symbolic statement) is the symbolic form in which I find my life and live it. For a symbolic expression of Church, see for contrast, a classic statement in the Epistle on the occasion of the Consecration of a Church or Chapel (Revelations 21:2-5). Church is always exclusive in a Faith sense, but not in a social, moral, or any other sense. If I am well-born here, I can never be narrow or isolated; I will be free for “friendly” mobility within history

Friday, September 26, 2014

On Reflections of Old

Written 6/2/11

Anonymity may be the only way to express.
And through expression dissect.
And through dissection, purge.
Purgatory for my lost soul is my path to salvation,

Everything I write will be truth,
In all it's subjective,
          Occasionally exaggerated form.

Names will be abbreviated to protect the insane, the jealous,
And those that may plot my murder.
But mostly to hide the embarrassed.

Do not look to me as someone who has any answers.
I have no insight except possibly into my own messed up existence.
Or so I hope.

I am flawed in every sense of the word.
Even my strengths are weak as I look at them now,
But what I strive for is to rebuild.
To work from the bare earth and build the house that is my life from the foundation up.

I will dissect and analyze my existence.
As Descartes strove to do,
I will attempt to build only on truths that withstand doubt, attack or erosion.

So as most the first question that I should get out of the way:
Do I believe God exists?
Yes.
Unequivocally.
Yes.
God is at work in my life.
Fate and coincidence.
They have to be part of the master plan,
And things are put in my life for a reason.

There are too many, even when my karma does not warrant it for me to believe in karma alone.
There are places I am meant to be.
People that are in my life for a reason,
That are there to lend a helping hand and eager ear.

Similarly, what is it I want in life?
What is it that anybody wants in life?
To be happy.
To be healthy.
To be thriving.
I'd say love but then I'd almost be too specific.

I have love. Lots of different kinds.
Its such a complex emotion.
I can even love someone that I feel betrays me time and time again.
No, 'betrays' is too harsh.
But who angers, frustrates, and saddens me.
I am too soft-hearted.
Too ready to love and welcome people in.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Freedom To Act

Human the Pequenino: Today one of the brothers asked me: Is it a terrible prison, not to be able to move from the place where you're standing?
Hive Queen: You answered...
Human the Pequenino: I told him I am now more free than he is. The inability to move frees me from the obligation to act.
Hive Queen: You who speak languages, you are such liars
~Xenocide (p.1)


Xenocide is one of my favorites of the Orson Scott Card books. Everything said, every action taken, has deeper meanings. The inability to move. Human is a Pequenino father tree. He literally cannot move, his limbs are fixed. His inability to take any action has the ability to remove the obligation, having to act, and subsequently the guilt from being unable to act. In theory, it should give him the freedom to observe and feel some sort of acceptance that whatever happens is beyond his control.

Still, the queen is right that he lies. He is a prisoner of his immobility. It holds him hostage. And I'm sure wears on his soul. To see the world go on, to see situations that his loved ones are in, and to not be able to act. There is a definite imprisonment by not being able.



This isn't closely related but it reminds me of hearing a story once that God is like a real parent. And we are all his children. At some point every parent mothers you and makes everything better. But there comes a point where every child stumbles and falls, then they go crying to the parent saying "Why didn't you stop me from falling?" And the parent has to say "You are out in the world and you must learn to live in it. If I sheltered you from every bruise, every broken heart, every tragedy - then how you would learn about good and bad, happiness and sadness, joy and pain. The achievements are sweeter because you know how failure feels. Once you hit the bottom, everything else is a blessing."

God is a real parent. It is a shame that there has to be suffering, violence, and war in the world. But I truly believe that he is giving us an opportunity, to learn to be the better people we can be, to do good instead of hurt. We are punished - physically, mentally, emotionally - for what we inflict. And for those who are the victims of our inability to act the way we should, God welcomes them to his home with open arms and they are without earthly pain.

New Purpose?

I think I would like to repurpose my blog.  I have been thinking about what it would be like to write my memoirs.

Maybe I'll try to really share days in my life. Taking posts to recount trips or moments...

Maybe.