Time and its synonym progress have crept up on him [people in the west] and irrevocably taken something from him.
Karl Jung Memories, Dreams, Reflections [240]
Time and its synonym progress have crept up on him [people in the west] and irrevocably taken something from him.
Karl Jung Memories, Dreams, Reflections [240]
Karl Jung
Christians in American have largely uncritically accepted any advance in technology. In this we are more American than Christian. I find in my own work that the devices I use also use me. There is no remedy for this save that I use these devices to gather people to practice the anti-device wisdom of the faith.
It is useful to use the communication technology to set meetings, organize the life of the community. But never ever should we think that some new technology is the community. In truth the best we can do is use the tech to gather the community in order to de-tox from the tech.
The spiritual practices of Christianity, prayer, meditation, chant, reading, and writing inhabit silence. The means of opening to God are not improved by technology. A new and improved Pentium chip adds nothing to the divine presence. In fact these devices and their demands can keep renewal from happening. Busyness in order to justify our existence is symptomatic of alienation from ourselves, others and God.
The most controversial thing I have ever done as Rector of Saint John’s was to pause for silence after the sermon (as the Book of Common Prayer allows). You would have thought I denied the divinity of Christ to hear the whispers of frustration. We were pausing for perhaps 30 seconds!
The Road
“…a form of healing seems to take place when we find a truly sympathetic ear for our more difficult struggles. Just the opposite occurs when we confide in someone who is simply not interested or is secretly scared to death of what we have just revealed. Goethe begins with a famous German poem with the admonition, ‘Tell a wise person or else keep silent.’” The Heart Aroused – David Whyte [63]
Care of the Soul – Alex Tee
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
to his feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
evermore his praises sing:
Alleluia, alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise him for his grace and favor
to our fathers in distress;
praise him still the same for ever,
slow to chide and swift to bless:
Alleluia, alleluia!
Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like, he tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame he knows;
in his hand he gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Widely yet his mercy flows.
Angels, help us to adore him;
ye behold him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before him,
dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.
Words: Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), 1834
MIDI: Lauda anima (also known as “Praise, my soul”) (John Goss, 1800-1880)
The Soul, 1930 by Frantisek Drtikol
It has been much too long since I have posted. I will work at not allowing this to happen again.