“Go and sit in your cell and your cell will teach you everything” Abba Moses
I don’t know if the cell I sat in taught me everything, but it certainly taught me a lot.
To celebrate the day in my life when I reached the age my father was when he died I booked a day retreat at a Benedictine Monastery. As I saw it, the rest of my life would be ‘bonus time’ that my father never had. That felt significant – I had to do something significant to mark the transition.
When my father died he had 5 dependent children at home, rows of books he wanted to read, and hundreds of budgerigars he was breeding. No neat closure for him. I cannot presume that I have a right to a longer life than he had.
Brother Christopher, the guestmaster, met me at reception and showed me to my room for the day – a spartan bedroom, normally home to a monk. I could join the brothers to chant the psalms before lunch and sit with them in silence to eat. Guests on solitary retreat are expected to have coffee with the guestmaster after lunch.
I was the only guest for the day.
And so I sat at the small wooden desk with the sun streaming through the window, my bible, journal and a couple of books before me.
OK, God, here I am. I am up for anything you want for me for the day – an angel would be fine, your voice in the room . . I want to hear what you have to say about the rest of my life
and what I heard was . .
. . . . S I L E N C E . . . .
I read, prayed, wrote, reflected, joined the monks as they chanted (like this), enjoyed lunch with them (breaking the silence by speaking a couple of times), and had a terrific time over coffee with Brother Christopher talking about silence and the Desert Fathers. He gave me a couple of his books to read.
The afternoon was too short. As I reached the final hour I gathered my thoughts and experiences of the day to reflect on what it meant to me and what I heard from God:
I planned this day for you – I came ahead of you – I have been with you through it all – and will I go ahead of you
What took place between God and me on that day was deeply significant. Two years later, almost to the day, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I know God is with me.
Jesus often withdrew to a quiet place to pray. His temptation in the wilderness was about the battleground of his heart.
“He who sits alone and is quiet has escaped from 3 wars; hearing, speaking and seeing: but there is one thing against which he must continually fight, that is, his own heart“
This comes from the Desert Fathers. They recognised the value of silence – do we?
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