Friday, 8 April 2016

Slow down you move too fast

Slow down you move too fast

Approaching my 55th birthday I am worried at the speed of things around me and within me.

Sitting in T5 Heathrow I look at human ants scurrying, spraying, carrying and pushing to get to their destination. I have often felt myself like a washing machine on speed. Even on holiday I find myself rushing, checking my watch, people watching and checking the departure board every ten minutes in case the flight is cancelled.

But I have this hunger and desire.

I want to know rest, deep rest, soul rest, yet understand that it is as flighty as a butterfly and as elusive as a mini bar of soap in a bubbling jacuzzi.

It is a fact the Western world is getting faster, we walk 10% faster than we did 20 years ago, we process eighty times more information in a single day than we did back then. Our electronic age has shrunk the world, the bleep of a phone alerts us to football scores, world news, family fun or an e mail that desperately needs answering before the day is over.

So what do I, we, do?

I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help comes from? It comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth, the one who neither tires, nor sleeps and is in control of all things.

God rested on the seventh day, and invites me, you and every child to enter in, to kick off our shoes and switch off all external distractions. In that place alone, with the audience of one we can more fully know and be fully known. In the contemplative tradition of the Church to practice soul resting, by three disciplines of recollection, quiet and union.

I am once again hearing the refrain from Simon and Garfunkle

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