Coming to a place of purity

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Coming to a place of purity

Coming to a place of purity.  Aaah!  Here I am fresh out of “retreat mode.” I am attempting to maintain a certain level of solitude, stillness and peace as I go back “into the world.”  I am so grateful to have these experiences of retreat several times a year.  They stretch me in ways I could never have imagined.  A true testament to the generosity of our Lord.  All we have to do is open our hearts to His mercy and grace.

I recently had the opportunity to spend the weekend at  Mt. St. Benedict Monastery in Erie, PA – home of the Benedictine Nuns.  I spent one of my days there participating in their Stillpoint Retreat – focused on contemplative prayer.  The retreat was 7 hours of silence and included blocked times of sitting or mindfully walking.  During that time we were given an opportunity to interview the priest leading the retreat.  One word tugged at my soul the rest of the weekend as a result of my brief interview with the priest,  It continues to inspire me to this day.  The word was PURITY.

The priest told me that we aim to get to a place of purity through contemplative prayer (just sitting) !  He explained that by purity he meant clear, limpid.  He described it in this way:  Imagine a “clear” puddle in the dark – it reflects the moon.  If that same puddle is disturbed, the ripples reflect not just one moon but many moons.  As I thought about what he meant and how I could apply it to my own life I realized the effect contemplation could have on me.  It is transforming and it is something I truly desire for myself.  I’d like to elaborate a bit more on what I believe the priest meant.

As a Catholic Christian I try my best to reflect the light of Christ into the world on a daily basis, as I’m sure many people do.  This is so easy to do when life is good and going according to our plans.  However, what happens when things don’t go according to our plans?  Often we succumb to anger, distress and anxiety.    When we get “disturbed” like the puddle, for some reason we find it hard to keep our peace.  We find it hard to continue to reflect the light of Christ.

Contemplation gets us to the point where we keep our peace no matter the circumstance.  Isn’t that a grand idea?  Isn’t that what we all wish for ourselves – to be at peace NO MATTER WHAT? No anger, no distress, no anxiety – just steady, balanced and consistently serene.

I realized In my pondering throughout the weekend that not only is that purity a great place for me to be personally but it’s also a great place for me to be as a witness of God’s goodness.  You see, a place of purity will allow us, like the puddle, to maintain the same reflection when we’re at peace AND when we get “disturbed.”  The only difference in the reflection is that because of our purity, like the puddle, in our disturbance what we normally reflect becomes magnified.  What do I mean by this?

How many of us, who consider ourselves to be Christian, have over-reacted or acted in a less than “christian” way in the past?  I think we all have.  How many of us have been the object of the comment:  “Some Christian you are” or  “this coming from a Christian” as if we, who claim to be Christian, have ever claimed to be perfect!  As much as I dislike that comment, especially when it’s directed at me, I understand where it’s coming from.  I understand that the reason I dislike it so much is because it convicts me.  It makes me realize that no matter how hard I’ve tried, I’ve fallen short of being my best self.

So my weekend retreat made me realize that I no longer want to be a “fair weather Christian” as I like to call it.  In other words, I don’t want to just reflect Christ when I’m in a good mood because all is well.  I want to reflect Christ even when someone or something pushes my buttons because THAT’S when the reflection of Christ becomes magnified.

The reflection of Christ in us becomes magnified when we keep our peace REGARDLESS of the circumstances.  That’s what it means to come to a place of purity.  We become transparent, clear through and through.  Limpid, clear and simple, absolutely serene and untroubled.  When we become pure our witness is magnified, just as the reflection of the moon in the puddle is magnified.

That purity, which is the result of contemplation, is contagious.  THAT’s why I believe it’s a great way to witness God’s goodness to the entire world.  I think of the nuns I’ve met at Mt. St. Benedict and the Trappist Monks I’ve met during my retreats at Gethsemani Abbey in Kentucky or Genesee Abbey in New York and I am reminded of what it means to be pure.  I think of the Dalai Lama, Thich Nhat Hanh, Mahatma Ghandi and most significantly Jesus and I know to where I want to journey!

Contemplation:  deep reflective thought.  Contemplation:  the road to purity.  Are you ready to journey there?

Here we are 15 years later

ground-zero-1425047__340Here we are, 15 years later – landscape and lives changed forever!  I am always moved by the tributes and memorials made in honor of those lost on 9/11.  People pray today for those lost and for the strength and comfort of their families.  I get all that, but what about survivors?  As some of you may know, my husband is a 9/11 survivor.  He was on the 91st floor of tower 1 that fateful morning.

Today, as moving as they are, we don’t watch the tributes, we don’t attend the memorials because it’s a painful reminder of the horror he experienced that day.  Instead we celebrate what I like to call his second birthday.  Unfortunately, sometimes I feel like the survivors are forgotten every year (this became apparent today when we stopped at a new place to have breakfast and there was a sign on the door that read:  The restaurant will be closed on Sunday 9/11 in honor of those lost.  My instant reaction was – what about those who survived who want to celebrate?)  I think the impression is that survivors are alive so everything is alright when nothing could be further from the truth.

I never know what my husband wants to do when the anniversary rolls around.  Does he want to acknowledge the anniversary or does he want to approach the day as usual?  I didn’t just want to ignore the elephant in the room  today so I asked.  His response was: “I just want it to go away – I don’t want to be reminded of it.”  “Ok, I get it” I replied and the conversation ended there.  I went to church and the recessional song God Bless America resonated today like never before.  It brought tears to my eyes.

He was ready to roll when I returned home from church.  He was ready to celebrate and put this “anniversary” behind him.  We hadn’t made any prior plans for the day but he expressed that he wanted to hop on his motorcycle and go somewhere for breakfast.   I took it as a sign that he wanted to affirm his life, to be and feel free, so that’s just what we did.

The weather was absolutely glorious today.  As we rode, I thought about the blessing of today and our ability to spontaneously ride and experience the beautiful landscape – so different from September 11th 15 years ago.

I remember I wasn’t able to communicate with him that day.  I wondered where he could be.  I worried that he had lost his life. My thoughts immediately turned to the fact that we had recently started a life together.   We hadn’t even had time to start a family.  We had just purchased our first house for goodness sake!

Fast forward 15 years and  we still don’t have a “family” in the normal sense.  However, we realize that God’s will for our lives was different than our “plans.”  Funny guy this being we call God!

Today, the landscape in downtown Manhattan has changed dramatically.   My perspective on why my husband’s life was spared has changed as well.  He has touched and changed so many lives since his “rebirth.” I truly believe THAT is his purpose.

He is often misunderstood by those who should understand him best.  The truth is he goes out of his way to help others, to give advice and direction and expects nothing in return.   He wishes the best for everyone and is genuinely happy to see others prosper.  He will give you the shirt off his back and his most prized possession if you express an interest.  He is a man of integrity and THAT’s probably the only thing he expects from others.

How much respect, love and admiration I have for him.  He is truly one of the greatest, kindest, compassionate human beings I have  the privilege of knowing.  He is the first thing that comes to mind when I focus on gratitude and acknowledging the various blessings in my life.

My husband inspires me to remain strong in times of adversity.  He teaches me everyday about depth of spirit.  I shudder to think what he could have become as a result of his experience 15 years ago.   I’m grateful for the man he is today.  He never sought psychological help as a result of all this.   His ability to deal without seeking professional help makes me realize the power of faith, prayer and God’s infinite love for his children. There but by the grace of God goes my husband!

Where is God’s grace working in your life?  If you have trouble finding it, remember His grace is given freely and unmerited but it needs to be accepted!  God bless you!