
When my dad died and we cleaned out his house, I found a blue canvas notebook full of letters my mother wrote to her parents while she was a Marine in WWII. What a treasure to have. I am grateful my grandmother (Nana) saved my mother's letters, and also that my mother kept them, too.
“In every experience of true listening, especially to God but also to another person, there is a mysterious moment in which the one who listens steps out from a fortress of self-concern and dwells silently in the truth of the one who speaks. This is a moment of great risk and great courage, for it ushers us into a different way of being in the world. Over time, we may even cease to be people who listen and become people who are listening, people whose very being is shaped by the posture of listening. This is the posture of the servant, whose attentiveness is not a sign of cringing compliance but a mark of human life lived ever more fully in the Spirit of love (see I Sam. 3:10).”
~John S. Mogabgab
4 comments:
love this reflection, especially the section on listening and your fondness of that retreat center...I feel the same about Desert House.
I often intended to write you a letter, or send a card (I did once!), but part of my unsettled inner self distracts me from myself...sigh
Dang. I want to write you letters.
I think I'm going to send you an e-mail, as a preface to a renewed letter-writing practice.
Catching up...on your gratitude posts. Lectio is one of my favorite practices.
I really like BOTH the Ks and the Ls.
I'm thinking of doing a similar alphabetical list myself - if only for myself. I've already started in my head.
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