Join us on the Journey to Easter – 24-7 Lenten Podcasts and the Art of Examen

GOHOP is part of a global prayer organization called and every Advent and every Lent, they produce a wonderful series of video podcasts that set our hearts on the journey of prayer and following Jesus.  This Lent is no exception.  Today, on Ash Wednesday, 24-7’s Carla Harding invites us on the journey.

You can subscribe to them on iTunes or Youtube, so that you receive them each week through Lent.

24-7 has also published some materials to help you on the journey, and you can get them at  I practice the art of Examen daily, and have found it to be a wonderfully enriching spiritual practice.  Will you join me?

In the Belly of the Whale – Reflections on Surgery and Kenosis

Part of the reason for this fall’s silence was that I had bariatric (weight loss) surgery on November 26 (My birthday – happy birthday to me!)  I had three days in the hospital, about three weeks mostly in bed , and two months off work, which afforded me lots of opportunity to practice solitude and silence.

My journalling before the surgery was full of naive excitement around my goals for the time.  I wanted to read many books.  I had needle felting projects I wanted to accomplish.  Have an extended spiritual retreat.  Get back to my regular blogging.  I thought that even though it would be time off work, that it would be a creative and productive time.

Interestingly enough, what I sensed from the Lord about my surgery recovery time was that it was going to be a time of dormancy, not unlike winter hibernation.  I would be like a seed going into the ground, confident that fruitfulness and growth would follow.  I thought I understood what that meant, but it turns out I did not.


What I did not anticipate was that going into the ground like a seed would feel like death.  Upon my return from the hospital, I was not functional at all.  The pain was easily managed, but I had no energy, mental focus or concentration.  I slept constantly.  My waking hours were pre-occupied with learning new regimes of drinking, eating, and vitamins, and managing secondary infections.  I don’t have cable or netflicks, so instead of mindlessly watching hours of television, I mindlessly scrolled for hours through Facebook and online communities that focused on bariatric surgery.  Prayer seemed to take mental and emotional energy that I was unable to muster.  In silence I would stare blankly at the walls or window for hours on end, or just sleep.  I felt vacant.  Emptied out.  Not what I expected at all.

Once the fog began to lift, I wrote a poem about the experience.


I didn’t think it would feel like dying.

The leaf falling to the ground

Crumpled and spent


Veins popping.

The seed falling in the ground

Cold and dark


The new life emerging

Tears me apart.

Resurrection plunges upward,

Leaving me in it’s wake.

A torn husk,

Forgotten and still.

I didn’t think it would feel like dying.

The season of dormancy ended up being just that.  Dormancy.  Being completely shut down, with no apparent evidence of any kind of spiritual or intellectual activity, either initiated by God or myself.

I found that the book Poustinia shed some light on this dormant season.  In it, Katherine Doherty says, “The only way I can describe it is to say that they are cleansed as we pass through some experience of nothingness.  When we detach ourselves from our intellect and will seem for a while as if we’re totally bereft of our personality, we are as if dead.”  That really is what I experienced.  Nothingness.  Detachment from intellect.  Bereft of personality.  She goes on to say, “Every Christian  should be living this kenotic way of life.  One cannot enter into the mystery of the Incarnation without first doing a hidden stripping of self.  Then follows a lifetime of continued stripping, of emptying oneself and becoming a nonentity.  You remain free, easy, direct, but especially simple.”

I am not sure how I feel about this theology of Kenosis.  I know that in Philippians 2 we are exhorted to have the same mindset of Christ, who embraced humility and self emptying.  However it seems to me the Russian Orthodox perspective on Kenosis is somewhat extreme.  I think that God has given me my intellect, my personality, my gifts, and He wants me to steward them in obedience to His leadership.  Buuuuuut, what if His leadership requires I lay them down and embrace emptiness?  What if He then fills me with something far greater than my own inherit capacities?  I haven’t sorted it out and still feel conflicted about it

In Everything Belongs, Richard Rohr also provides a framework for my experience.  He talks of the “Paschal mystery”, and going inside the belly of the whale.


Christians call it the paschal mystery, but we are all pointing to the same necessity of both descent and ascent  The paschal mystery is the pattern of transformation.  We are transformed through death and rising, probably many times.  There seems to be no other cauldron of growth and transformation.  We seldom go freely into the belly of the beast.”   He goes on to say, “We must learn to stay with the pain of life, without answers, without conclusions, and some days without meaning.  That is the path, the periods dark path of true prayer…we avoid God, who works in the darkness – where we are not in control.”   My surgery was elective, though it felt necessary due to the health challenges associated with my obesity.  So in a sense I did go freely into the belly of the beast, but I really had no idea what I was signing up for.

I am now almost three months past my surgery, and I feel like only in the last couple weeks that my faculties are returning to me.  My preoccupation with post surgery food and life management is diminishing as my skills are improving and new behaviours are solidifying.  It just doesn’t take up the same amount of brain space to manage day to day self care.  Whereas before I could read online message boards devoted to bariatric recovery for hours, I now find I’m bored with them quickly, and move on.  I have resumed my regular routines of spiritual reading, prayer, and meditation.

Again, I’m not sure what transformation (other than physical – I’ve already lost 45 pounds since surgery) was effected through this dormant season.  It’s the kind of thing that I probably will have a better perspective on several years down the road.

Writer’s Block – Serving it up Half Baked?

It’s been a while.

Sorry about that.

Yesterday I met with my spiritual director, and explored with her why I haven’t been able to write lately.  Lately being approximately the last six months or so.

“I was at a spiritual retreat, and we were exhorted not to write or teach about what God was doing in us, until it was fully formed.  It’s like serving bread out of the oven that is only half baked.  I haven’t been able to write since then.”


She helped me reflect some more about my different theories as to why I couldn’t write.  “Which feels more true to you as you say it?”

I can’t write because I’m serving up something half baked?  Why do I need to write something Deep, Substantial and Profound anyways?  What part of my ego is that feeding?  What false self am I trying to bolster?

“I just wanna be a Jeanne Vanier, dammit it!”  I laughed at myself as I said it out loud.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said, “but sometimes we don’t do something because we’re lazy.  We don’t do it one day.  And then we don’t do it the next, and then so much time has gone by it’s harder and harder to do it.”

Ouch.  Yep the wounds of a friend (and spiritual director) are faithful.

A few years ago I felt like the Lord was talking to me about how He wanted me to teach.  He wasn’t asking me to be a marvellous Bible expositor.  A master at exegesis.

“You need to live a life that speaks.  And then tell the stories.”

Live the life.  And tell the stories.

So as of this moment I am relieving myself of the burden of writing Something Profound.

And go back to telling my little stories about where I see God at work in our small prayer community and our lovely city.

Maybe it will be half baked.  But then, you can just bake it yourself at home!