Silence and Honey Cakes

In his book, Silence and Honey Cakes, Rowan Williams tells the story of a young brother who sets out to learn from two of the Desert Fathers.  The first, Abba Arsenius, sat with the young man in complete silence.  Not a word was said.  The other, Abba Moses, welcomed the young man warmly, sharing food and drink and talking freely.  The story finishes with two large boats floating on a river.  In one of them sat Abba Arsenius and the Holy Spirit of God in complete silence.  And in the other boat was Abba Moses, with the angels of God: they were all eating honey cakes. 

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That picture captures well this time of sabbatical.  It has, indeed, been a time of silence and honey cakes.

I have enjoyed all the unexpected joy of my new relationship with Lois – the wonder of our wedding and our honeymoon at Papamoa; the beauty of the Queen Charlotte walkway; the companionship of friends in Auckland, Dunedin, Wellington, Hamilton; meals and time with Lois’ family.  A drink in the Inch Bar with Kristin and Steve; outdoor-cooked pizzas with Ian and Elaine; barbeques with Servants’ friends in Waikanae and Dunedin; the Ngatiawa Tea Parties, and so much more.

And I have enjoyed the peace and stillness of this place.  The quiet rhythm of daily prayer.  Sitting in the chapel of Tārore and absorbing the ever changing beauty through its many windows; quiet walks along the beach with Lois, enjoying the gentle silence together; or sitting with my feet in the water as the ever-flowing Ngatiawa tumbles past me.

Beauty and laughter, community and solitude.

 

The monastery itself is an expression of that wondrous juxtaposition.  It is a messy monastery – not here will you find the neatly-tended lawns of St Beuno’s.  A jumble of buildings thrown together like the jumble of trees in the surrounding forests.  Rough edges to the furniture and the people.  An amazing mix of characters, who somehow bumble along together, rubbing each other up at times, but forgiving, accepting, and moving on.  And welcoming me into their mix.

It is a place of fun and laughter, of exuberant games, and haphazard mealtimes.  The various toddlers and young children add to the chaos, disturbing the calm of the morning and midday prayers, but somehow, in doing so, adding to the sense of stillness.

John and Karen; Jacqui; Matt and Megan and baby Jonah; Ray; Ben; Stu and Gemma; Laura; Dave and Angie with Micah and Josiah; Courtney with Hannah; René and Kati.  All different, all unique, all lovabl in their different ways.  And all the various guests, like Lois and me, who come and go, each in turn receiving and contributing something to the community here.

I am so blessed to have been here, to have enjoyed the hospitality of this place and its people, to have learnt from their rhythms of life, to have rested in the stillness and beauty of Ngatiawa’s peace.

And now, as I leave this place and return to a new life back in Coventry, I pray that I might take something of that beauty with me; that my life might become one of silence and honey cakes.

Labyrinth

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What an incredible journey – with all its twists and turns; the rough and the smooth. 

All leading me, inevitably, to this present moment. 

Here, at the centre, resting, still, I find you.

My life source, my centre, the silent whisper of eternity.

 

My life is the labyrinth – its paths unfolding as I have walked; never knowing quite where it may lead.

I have skipped the road, struggled, run, crawled on my knees.

And now, walking lightly, I come to the heart, my heart.

And find you there, waiting.

Sitting still.  Being.

I am.

 

I am ready to continue this journey.  Wherever it may lead.  To walk this new path,

this ever-unfolding path of joy, of mystery, of love.

I can go, my heart full of wonder, knowing you are there:

my source, my centre, my journey, and my goal.

 

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You are the earth on which these stones are laid,

the wind that stirs the grasses at my feet,

the river tumbling its way down to the sea.

You are the song of the birds in the trees around me,

the laughter of the children playing,

the silence of the mountains towering above.

 

You are in me.

And I in you.

 

 

 

Am I ready?

Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. (John 4: 6)

 

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Looking back to my journal entry of 7th October, I realise just how tired I had become by the end of last year, and, by contrast, how refreshed I am feeling now:

‘I, too, feel tired from the journey Lord.  Tired from my journey of being a parent; tired from my spiritual journey – of seeking to draw closer to you; tired from the journey of grieving; tired from my work journey – all those years of clinical medicine, child protection, academic work, of being a leader, and of seeking to support others; and tired from the journey of singleness – of being on my own, of coping with all my mixed emotions.’

Now after nearly three months’ break, I do feel refreshed.  I so appreciate the opportunity I have had to sit by the well here at Ngatiawa; to receive the hospitality of these strangers who have become my friends; to rest and be refreshed.

And, above all, I am so grateful for the blessing Lois has brought to my life – a companion to share the journey with, someone to lean on when I am tired and weary, and a soul mate for me, in turn, to support and to cherish out of my own weakness and vulnerability.

 

Am I ready to go back?

Yes, I think I am.  I am looking forward to returning to Coventry, to being with Esther and Joe.  I am looking forward to seeing again my family and friends; to being at home – creating, afresh, a ‘new’ home with Lois; to being a part, once again, of my family at Holy Trinity.

As I wrote that in my journal this morning, I started to write, ‘And I am looking forward, too, to starting back at work.’  And I was brought up short.

Am I?    Am I really ready for that?  What will it mean?  What will it look like?  Where will it lead?

I love my work – I find it inspiring, energising, challenging, rewarding.  I feel privileged to be able to do the work I do and that I so love – to play with children on the floor of my clinic; to receive the smiles and hand holds of disabled young people; to sit with parents in their struggles and grief.  I love the interaction I get with students from all sorts of backgrounds; the mental challenge of writing a paper; the joy of discovery in a new research project; the intensity of working on a child protection legal report.

And yet, I know it has drained me and will do so again.

Am I truly ready?

It is enough

It is enough just to be still.

To sit in the present.

Now.

I don’t need to review the past,

or plan the future;

or read, write, draw.

I don’t need to write my next blog,

or solve the world’s problems,

or try to discern my life’s course.

It is enough just to be.

Still.

Crossing to the other side of the lake

This evening I will take myself off for 48 hours of solitude in the prayer hut at Ngatiawa.  Perhaps, like my wedding, this will prove to be a highlight of my sabbatical.  Unlike my wedding, I am feeling a degree of trepidation: what will these 48 hours mean?  What am I being called to?

 

I have been reflecting this week on a small incident recorded in Matthew’s gospel:

When Jesus saw the crowd around him, he gave orders to cross to the other side of the lake.

 

With Jesus, it wasn’t just about the crowds, healing people, dealing with their suffering.  True, that was a part of it – he had just been healing people and casting out demons.  But it wasn’t the whole picture.  Jesus didn’t come to be just a miracle worker, magically fixing all the world’s problems.  A frank look at the ongoing war, violence, abuse and natural disasters we see in today’s news is enough to tell us that.

Nor did he come just as a great teacher, up there with the likes of Aristotle, Plato, Confucius, or the Buddha.  Again, that was a part of it – Matthew had just recorded the Sermon on the Mount – perhaps some of the greatest religious teaching of all time.  Jesus didn’t come to be a great teacher, to show us all how to live better lives so we can solve the world’s problems: again, a look at today’s news, or even at my own life is proof enough that, if that were his mission, he failed.

The uncomfortable reality, as I look at this verse in Matthew, is that Jesus wanted his disciples to go further and deeper – to cross to the other side of the lake.  He wanted disciples who would come away from the crowd, who would spend time with him, getting to know him, drawing closer to him.

He wants followers who will launch out into the unknown with him; who will cross to the other side of the lake.  Is that the place of stillness and silence?  Or the place of uncertainty, of turmoil and storms?

What about me?  Am I prepared to cross to the other side of the lake?  Will I take the risk of launching out into the unknown?  Will I press deeper to get to know Jesus, to spend time with him?  Am I prepared to scratch beneath the surface – to see beyond any popular conceptions of who Jesus is – whether as a teacher or a healer – and find Jesus as the suffering servant, the one who took up our infirmities and bore our diseases?  Am I prepared to join Jesus in the pain and turmoil of life?

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Thoughts at the wedding of Lois and Peter

When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion

We were like those who dreamed

Our mouths were filled with laughter

Our tongues with songs of joy

Then it was said among the nations

The Lord has done great things for them

The Lord has done great things for us

And we are filled with joy

 

Restore our fortunes Lord

Like streams in the Negev

Those who sow with tears

Will reap with songs of joy

Those who go out weeping

Carrying seed to sow

Will return with songs of joy

Carrying sheaves with them.

Psalm 126

 

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The Psalm you have chosen opens with a theme of restoration.

We know that for you Peter and Lois there have been many days, weeks, months, years of pain, of grief, of loss, of descent

But this is a song of ascent

A song of hope

And today this is your song!

 

The song talks of dreamers

This connection, this relationship is a gift, a surprise, something you had never dreamt of

Allowing you to dream again, to dream some new dreams

(We have noticed how dreamy you have been in the last few weeks)

 

And as it is in this psalm, you have friends from all over the world, among the nations who do say of you at this time “The Lord has done great things for them”

And we can see in your faces, even without words, you are saying today

“The Lord has done great things for them!”

 

The second verse of our psalm today talks about sowing in tears

I want to testify to the way I personally watched Peter and Lois do this

From my read of scripture and my experience of the messy, broken world I come up with few givens in life

Pain, mess, brokenness – unavoidable

Our only solid ground is in God

There is a painting by a New Zealand artist Colin McCahon, (which I had on my wall as a student but I saw again recently), one of his moody New Zealand landscapes which has the prophetic writing underneath saying

“Tomorrow will be the same but not as this”

Change and continuity

Change is inevitable

God is our continuity

 

And part of the grace and generosity of the Holy Spirit is that there is nothing,

Nothing that we will face that by trusting faithfully, that gritty, tough honest, humble, hanging on and going through it with God,

There is nothing that does not transform us to be more like Jesus

This is a miraculous reality

A reassurance for us all

This is the miracle I have witnessed in both Peter and Lois

I have watched them, each of them, dig deeper into Jesus

To faithfully trust in the goodness of God

When it is hard and dark and lonely

And this deepened, honed, tested and matured faith is the fruit we see in Lois and Peter

For us it is a challenge and encouragement

For them it is the foundation on which they now build this marriage

 

They share this foundation of a whole hearted commitment to Jesus

Deep belonging in the body of Christ (not just to each other but to their family, their faith communities and to the wider church)

And they share a passion and a calling, a commitment to seeing the kingdom come where there is pain and darkness and injustice

Not many people are prepared to relocate to be a prayerful presence in the slums of Kolkata

Not many people are prepared to dedicate their medical career to the gritty areas of child protection

Again for us this is a challenge and an encouragement

For Lois and Peter it is their shared foundation

Therefore they will of course continue to sow not only in their own tears but in the tears of others, sharing the pain with them and seeking for them this hope and restoration that they themselves are finding.

 

As I was praying this week I had a sense of both the whirlwind of this romance

It has been surprising and moving and sudden

But at the same time I think we all share a sense of something still and restful and peaceful at the core of this relationship that has the mark of God in the centre

 

So this is the new dawn

Although the reality is that it’s late in the day today

There’s a new dawn here

Peter and Lois you have asked yourself

“Can I find rest here, in this relationship?”

“Can I make home here, in this relationship?”

And the answer is “yes”

And “Can our marriage, committed in Christ bear this fruit that the Psalm today talks about, the fruit of the kingdom of God?”

The answer is “yes”

 

Jenny Duckworth, 21.2.14

 

 

Ash Wednesday: A Franciscan Blessing

Ash Wednesday. The start of Lent.  A time of pilgrimage, prayer, fasting; of sorrow for the sufferings of our broken world and our broken selves.  A time also of anticipation and hope; of challenge – that we, in our brokenness, can become part of the solution.

At our wedding, Justin Duckworth, Bishop of Wellington, blessed us with this Franciscan blessing.  It seems a good one to adopt for this season.

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As you travel the journey ahead…

May you hear the whisper of God’s Fatherly voice guiding you to hold on to the spirit of fellowship and the oneness of our family of faith.

 May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths and superficial relationships, so that you will live deeply and from the heart.

May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression and the exploitation of people, so that you will work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless you with tears to shed for those that mourn, so that you will reach out your hand to them and turn their mourning into joy.

May God bless you with just enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in the world, so that you will do those things that others say cannot be done.

And May you know the love, joy and freedom that is your inheritance as the children of the Living God.

Amen

To Ngatiawa on the Northern Explorer

A wedding and a honeymoon behind me (both wonderful, inspiring, full of joy and fun), I am heading south again to Ngatiawa for two final weeks of retreat – this time on my own, and perhaps fulfilling something of my original intention for this sabbatical.

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Lois has set off for three weeks in India – planned before we decided to get married, and while this may not be a typical start to married life, we seemed to abandon conventionality some time ago.  We have been so blessed to have had nearly eight weeks together to get to know each other, enjoy so much of the beauty of New Zealand, relax with friends across the country, plan a wedding, and start our married life.  It is a privilege, too, to have time – initially together, and now both of us alone, to reflect and be still. 

Psalm 12, which I read yesterday, captures this so well:

Speak to us out of your silence, O God,

our minds  purged of gossip and chatter.

For you are the fountain of all that is true,

a wellspring deep that never fails.

 

As our train slowly climbs beside the mighty Whakanui river, up to the central volcanic plateau of the North Island, our carriage is buzzing with life: a Kiwi mother and daughter entertaining the whole carriage with clips of songs and raucous laughter as they play an extended game of monopoly; tourists from USA, South Africa, China and elsewhere feasting, like me, on the awesome scenery surrounding us; two ladies across the aisle enjoying a quieter companionship; and a staggered flow of people wandering back and forth to the café car behind, or the open viewing car up front.  I, meanwhile, have enjoyed some quiet solitude, drinking in the countryside as I sip my glass of Brancott Estate Chardonnay.

This sabbatical, too, has been full of life – an incredible mix of chatter, companionship, and silence.  I have enjoyed the warm welcome of Lois’ family – the feelings of acceptance and love; and the joy and laughter of being with friends, old and new – our Servants’ friends up and down New Zealand, the vibrant community at Ngatiawa, and Lois’ many friends – all so pleased about our marriage.

We have just climbed the Rarimu Spiral – an amazing engineering feat the railway to climb the steep gradient up to the central plateau.  Outside our carriage the mighty rimu, totara and kahikatea trees reach skywards above the graceful black and silver tree ferns in the native rain forests that give this land so much of its beauty.  To the east, the majestic peaks of Tongariro, Ngauruhoe and Ruapehu disappear in the clouds.  I have been privileged to see the wonder of all three volcanic peaks several times on our car journeys south and north between Auckland and Ngatiawa.  There is so much beauty in this country, and I feel so privileged to have had this time to savour so much of it.

So now, as I continue my journey south, I shall gaze in renewed wonder on this incredible pinnacle of creation, savour another glass of wine, and look forward in anticipation to the pending reunion with my Ngatiawa friends and time to be at home with the Holy One in this wonderful place of peace.