…this is what I wrote recently in my journal, totaling the entries to two (2), because it’s a beautiful leather bound journal I received as a gift for Christmas years ago and I don’t want to mess it up with my scribbling.
So what I wrote must have, in hindsight, been pretty important. And now, upon reflection, seems to me an indicator of a new season in my life.
The “monks” in question are actually two books about monks: An Infinity of Little Hours by Nancy Maguire and Voices of Silence: Lives of the Trappists Today by Frank Bianco. Infinity profiles five young men who chose to become novitiates of the strict Carthusian order started by St. Bruno in the 11th Century. Voices explores the structure of life among the Trappists, from the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky to Notre Dame de Melleray in France.
The books are quite gripping, and help sustain an interest in monasticism I’ve had for years, but the real question remains: “Why did I choose to pick up those particular books?”
I’ve quipped a few times to my friends that the practices of monasticism are really a form of Ritalin for those of us suffering from spiritual ADHD. For those, like me, who suffer from the actual physical disorder, you may know what I’m talking about here. Our attention span is a like hummingbird drinking espresso- it’s all over the place. Spiritually, I think this makes it harder for us to focus on God, especially in silence and reflection. If there are a million things going through our mind every second, what do we do to help us put all of that aside and focus on God and His guidance and assurance?
Along with increasingly over-perscribed medication, psychiatrists emphasize the establishment of routine and pattern of those with ADD. This emphasis on organization helps reduce the stress and anxiety that usually occurs when “too many things seem to be happening at once.” Similary, monks have established spiritual practices (prayer, work, contemplation, lectio divina) which allows them to further focus on God. This is not to reduce these practices as some sort of “prescription for finding God,” but I think the analogy works to a point. Monks remind themselves daily- hourly- of the pattern, rhythm and presence of God in their lives and in the world.
Which brings up the question of liturgy.
It’s a question already posed, and answered substantially, over at Julie Clawson’s onehandclapping blog. Liturgy is the rhythm and pattern many Christians follow and embrace every Sunday as part of their worship service. This is the “smells and bells” approach to worship, with repeated prayers, times for standing, sitting, kneeling, singing, contemplation, and the partaking of the Eucharist. For many of us, it is a reminder of God’s role in the world and the steps it took to bring about the miracle and mystery of Christ. For me, it’s a reminder to breathe, not simply just to relax, but to breathe in the realization, as Rob Bell stated in a recent sermon, that “A whole new world is bursting forth, right in the midst of this one, and everybody everywhere can be a part of it” and that “A Christian is constantly learning how to see this creation with their very own eyes.”
There are many other thoughts on this, and I encourage those who would like further perspectives to the conversation put forth in Clawson’s blog.
This sense of structure and organization is imperative to me as a high school teacher. yep.. That’s what I do. And let me tell you, if you are disorganized as a teacher, life quickly becomes a living hell. Because it’s not just me…the organization of my 150 students is a necessity as well. It’s organizing lesson plans, homework, essays, vocabulary work, grades, progress reports, permission slips, notes, etc.
But it’s all meant to create a space so we can open up. We can explore. We can immerse ourselves.
The monks are back. To remind me of what higher purpose that structure is for…