I did my lectio on Saturday morning, starting to read Mark 3, looking for the “shimmering phrase.” I got nothing, so I re-read the passage. Still nothing. So I read further. I read the whole darn chapter, and was still coming up empty.
At this point, instead of getting frustrated (OK, maybe a little frustrated), I had a thought: The weakest part of my discipline is contemplation, the act of just sitting quietly in the Lord’s presence. I remembered what Kevin Rains wrote about how contemplation was highlighted on his recent trip to Church of the Savior in DC. And I remembered my time at an ashram in India, where the daily pattern of prayer, meals and work included a mid-day time of “silent meditation on the cross.” That time of silent meditation became one of my favorite parts of the day.
So I sat quietly, resting. God wasn’t saying much, but that was OK. One of the things I was taught in traditional “quiet times” was that you had to fight to keep your mind from wandering — which is odd, because what if God is trying to say something? So I didn’t fight it, I just tried to let God guide it. But mainly, I rested.
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