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  • C. shared from Saint Teresa of Avila: Passionate Mystic by Mirabai Starr
    Teresa celebrated form and accepted formlessness. When her beloved friend John of the Cross chided her about her attachment to images, she stripped the walls of her cell, tearing down her cherished pictures of Christ, his Blessed Mother, and the saints. Miserable, she knelt in the oratory and tried to connect with the transcendent God. Silence. Then a voice spoke to her and said, “Anything that reminds you of me is good, my daughter.” Relieved, she rushed to her room and put all the images back up. She
    Note: Oh how I love St. Teresa! #16thCenturyReformer
  • C. shared from Into the Silent Land: A Guide to the Christian Practice of Contemplation by Martin Laird
    I look towards silence. It is not, as I had heard, a peak with natural footholds and the crampons left by better climbers. ……… Contrary to what they say there is no map (they may be speaking of another place) there is only surrender….7
    Note: Pauline Matarasso on silence:
  • C. shared from The Message Remix New Testament: 2010 Student Planner Edition by Eugene H. Peterson
    “Quit your worship charades. I can’t stand your trivial religious games: Monthly conferences, weekly Sabbaths, special meetings— meetings, meetings, meetings—I can’t stand one more! Meetings for this, meetings for that. I hate them! You’ve worn me out! I’m sick of your religion, religion, religion, while you go right on sinning. When you put on your next prayer-performance, I’ll be looking the other way. No matter how long or loud or often you pray, I’ll not be listening. And do you know why? Because you’ve been tearing people to pieces, and your hands are bloody. Go home and...
    Note: Isa. 1:13-17, The Message. So good, so important, timely then and now.
  • C. shared from Etty Hillesum: A Life Transformed by Patrick Woodhouse
    Sunday the 8th June: I think that I’ll do it anyway: I’ll turn inward for half an hour each morning before work, and listen to my inner voice. Lose myself. You could also call it meditation. I am still a bit wary of that word. But anyway, why not? A quiet half-hour within yourself … But it’s not so simple, that sort of ‘quiet hour’. It has to be learned. A lot of unimportant inner litter and bits and pieces have to be swept out first. Even a small head can be piled high inside with irrelevant distractions. True, there may be edifying emotions and thoughts, too, but the clutter is ever...
    Note: Etty Hillesum (holocaust victim) on the contemplative path that led to removing all obstacles to union with God.
  • C. shared from Etty Hillesum: A Life Transformed by Patrick Woodhouse
    Quite suddenly I had the impression that I wasn’t alone, that there were two of us. I felt as if I consisted of two people who were squashed tightly together and felt so good and so warm as a result. I was in such close touch with myself, full of inner warmth, and felt utterly self-sufficient … I discovered with no small satisfaction that I got on very well with myself.51
    Note: Etty Hillesum (holocaust victim) on the growing healing of her inner divisions
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