Sacred Silence

The moon is full and bright this morning. The house is quiet. I can hear the cats paws moving across the hardwood floors. The coffee pot is making a clicking noise in the kitchen. Silence is sacred. It is the space in which God speaks. Prayer is often too much talking and not enough listening. If I have learned anything from the mindfulness practices shared during my “Cultivating Reverence for Living” sessions, it is to value silence. How I wish that I could let go of judgement and just listen. I wonder how much more I would have accomplished had I only stopped talking, stopped debating long enough to hear someone else’s thoughts. Or God’s thoughts, for that matter. I bring prejudgment to every situation. I admit this. It’s very difficult to be neutral on a subject. I wish that I could just stop and say to myself, “I don’t know everything about this situation. Let me listen so I may find out more.” This would save so much conflict in my soul. My reactionary attitude would then be replaced by a sense of curiosity.

Every time I react negatively, the cortisol levels rise in my body and adrenaline surges. My adrenals were not meant to be overused this way. The system was meant to take action only in a crisis, “fight or flight” mode. But activating it constantly with the least provocation is destroying my body from the inside out. Centering meditation, deep breathing, yoga and Qigong disrupt this ugly cycle. These practices allow space for silence and for prayer. In this sacred space of silence, the body and the mind are healed. Even Jesus went away to a quiet place to pray regularly. Shouldn’t we do the same?

My mornings to read the Bible and write offer a bit of this space. But it is not enough. During these times, I must watch the clock to make sure I am not late for work. I was so thankful during the mindfulness sessions at Seton Cove Retreat Center that there were no clocks on the walls. I had never noticed this when I have been there before. Surely this was done purposefully. It is a quiet space, a sacred space set aside for respite where clock watching is not allowed.

A physical place to go for silence is a blessing but a quiet inner space is a necessity. If I develop an inner space of silence, then nothing the world throws at me will be able to destroy it. I cannot create this space in my own power but God’s Spirit working within me is able. “Abide with me and I will abide with you.” The Spirit abiding in me creates an inner sanctuary. Let me go to this sacred place regularly and there I will find peace.

 

Love Never Fails

imageYesterday the news was full of the violence in Dallas. Five police officers and 2 others in the crowd of demonstrators are dead and many others injured. The crowd was peacefully demonstrating against the shooting of 2 black men in Minnesota and Baton Rouge when the violence began. The shooter took aim above them all, particularly picking out white police officers to target. Later he was killed by a robotic bomb to stop his tirade.

Violence always begets violence. Violence never leads to peace-not real peace. Real peace is only achieved through forgiveness and reconciliation. When we seek to understand people who are different from ourselves rather than fear or hate them, this is the first step to peaceful existence.

I guess I am just strange because I have always enjoyed meeting people who were different from myself. I have learned so much from conversations with them. My private practice before starting with IU Health was very diverse. I had patients of every race, numerous faiths and people from all over the world: Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Filipino, Cambodian, Russian, Romanian, Nigerian, Liberian, Polish, French, English, Colombian, Haitian.  The list goes on and on. I had a number of patients from the LGTB community too. I wanted everyone to feel welcome and cared for regardless of color, culture or lifestyle.

Early in my practice, I mourned the death of 2 of these patients from HIV/AIDS. We didn’t know much in the late 80’s of how to control this disease. At that time, it was a death sentence for anyone who acquired it . Thank goodness, research has helped millions to live with the HIV virus now. I will never forget one of these patients, Roger, a gay, Black man, as he was dying from the complications of AIDS. He had such a kind, gentle spirit throughout tremendous suffering. At one time, he had sores over his whole body from the disease. His sister was his caregiver but he had never told her that he was gay or that he was HIV positive. I encouraged him to confide in her and he finally did shortly before he passed away. She told me one day outside of his hospital room that she had already sensed the truth. She said Roger always made her wear gloves and took great precautions when she changed the dressings on his wounds. He was always protective of her. Knowing the truth did not change how she felt for her brother. Love does not change, no matter the circumstance. My eyes tear up as I write this because it was beautiful to witness such love and courage.

People, love crosses all boundaries. When we take the time to look beyond externals, beyond skin color and labels, we see real people who are much like ourselves. We may not agree with each other on many issues but we can enjoy each other on our common ground, if we are willing. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. Love never fails. Love wins.

Be willing to reach out to someone who is different from yourself. Listen to them. Try to understand who they are. Agree to disagree in areas that can’t be reconciled. If each of us did this with even one or two people in our part of the world, the effect would be staggering.

None of us directly caused the shootings in Dallas, Minnesota or Baton Rouge. But each of us is accountable for the present culture of violence we live in. When we stay in our own comfortable group of people who are just like us, we promote division. This holds true for everyone: Black, White, Hispanic, every culture, creed and lifestyle. We all tend to stay in our own groups. We must purposefully cross racial and cultural lines. We must get to know each other in personal ways. This is the way love spreads, one person at a time, one relationship at a time.

This is my challenge and your challenge. This is my hope.