Many Friends find it useful to learn a particular way to center in
Meeting for Worship: how to begin, how to deal with distractions,
how to gain perspective on their experience of group worship or
their own spiritual discipline.
Centering Prayer, which is an updating of contemplative practice in the
Christian tradition, is not only a technique that provides practical
help in the use of silence but is based on a profound understanding of
the human relationship to the Divine and what is involved in a
long-term commitment to spiritual growth.
The
Ohio Yearly Meeting Friends Center recently hosted a weekend
workshop on Centering Prayer, hosted by Chris Ravndal. Chris
retired after 15 years of teaching at Pendle Hill, a Quaker retreat
center near Philadelphia, USA. He taught courses there in prayer,
the
Gospel of John, and the letters of Paul. He has taken a prayer
course at Pendle Hill and at Duquesne University. He has attended
a ten-day Centering Prayer intensive and was certified as a teacher of
Centering Prayer after an eight-day intensive with Thomas
Keating. He has offered numerous prayer workshops in diverse
locations for various Friends organizations and local Meetings across
the country.
Two
participants, Barbara and Bill o'Dell, have kindly provided a summary
of the weekend based on their personal journals. They are members
of St. Paul's United Church of Christ in Sidney, Ohio, USA, and were
able to attend with the help of Quaker friends in Sidney.
For more information on future programs of the Friends Center, click on our
Friends Center Page.
Day One
Other guests began to arrive. We gathered in the living
room. Dinner was ready but first we formed a circle holding hands
and bowing our heads. Expecting a dinner prayer, Bill and I were
surprised when nothing was said. We waited and still nothing was
said. Eventually we caught on that nothing was going to be said
and gave thanks silently for what we were about to receive.
Suddenly people on either side of us gently squeezed our hands as an
ending sign. We had just been initiated into our first Prayer of
Silence. We conversed and got acquainted as ample food was served and
enjoyed by all in the basement dining room.
Everyone helped with the serving and doing the dishes. We took
seats back in the living room and the first lesson began. Our
leader, Chris, was a retired Olney/Pendle Hall teacher, his wife,
Janeal, a social worker and seasoned activist. We began with another
silent prayer. This time the soft resonate ‘ping’ sound of a
Tibetan Singing Bowl brought us gently back to a state of total
awareness.
Lesson one. We learned how to listen…. Really listen to another
person. The listener… no emotions shown… only concentrated
listening and observation of tone, body language etc. We split up
into groups and practiced, taking turns as speakers and listeners.
Afterwards we were asked what it felt like to be really listened
to?... And what did it feel like to be the listener and show no
emotion and really observe and listen?
Up the stairs and to bed. The anticipation of what was to come was growing inside me...
Lights out. Eyes still wide open. Silence….. Get used to the Silence.
Day two
We all settled in the living room feeling like we had already
known each other for a while. Chris began to speak about Centered
Prayer. But first a quiet silent centering worship time ending
with a ‘ping’.
Centered Prayer the process…
Choose a word…. your very own personal word, a symbol of ‘consenting’
to center on God then ‘just let it be’… what ever thoughts come let
them sail on by…. Return to your centering word triggering your consent
to ‘just let it be’
The thoughts will keep coming and we keep letting them float by,
returning to our special word and consenting to be with God and ‘just
let it be’. We are basking in Grace. We are asking for
nothing, striving for nothing, forcing nothing,… floating our
thought boats away and returning again and again to our centering word,
triggering our response to just let God be God…. Softly the bell pings.
We were finding that a pattern was beginning to establish itself.
Our minds were beginning to easily return to the comforting special
personal word we each had chosen.
Break time...10 minutes
Centering Prayer with a twist. We picked a comforting
image of our desired relationship with God instead of a word. We
repeated the process using our chosen images. Image… Drifting…
drifting thoughts …. Return to image…. Thoughts …. return to image ….
The bell pings.
Yet another twist. Divine Breath. We concentrated on our
breathing. In… out… in… out…. in… out…. The bell
pings. Training in Centering Prayer ends
Next Chris discussed the role of the tension that exists between our
realities and our visions or goals. He explained how a person
accomplishes more by persevering ever forward toward their goals rather
than allowing inevitable tensions that come with that striving to bring
the goal back toward us (lessening the goal)… in other words, selling
ourselves short. Our goals may never be attained, but the point
is always to make progress. When we do reach a goal, another goal
will be there to take its place.
Chris
also explained the difference between Consolations and Desolations
(both of which come into our lives). He warned us that
Consolations, pleasant as they may be, are not an end in themselves and
are only meant to encourage us.
Afternoon break
We took a tour of the grounds. The campus was beautiful.
The air was brisk. Mostly brick buildings with white trim.
Historic Olney School (home to 70 students from all over the world….
college prep) had been Lois’s high school. Classes were canceled
for the weekend, so we met only a few teachers. Down a wide oak
molded and giant doored hallway, the ghosts of past students nodded
respectfully as we walked by. The notes played on a Grand Piano
could be heard off and on.
We admired a rare Gingko tree and a new walking bridge over the
picturesque pond before we returned to Morlan for a shower and a quick
afternoon nap. Next session in one hour.
4:00
We reassembled in the living room refreshed after having large doses of
anti-dozing fresh air. We stood and learned an Exercise
Prayer. It was like a tai-chi dance movement. It was easy,
graceful and felt good.
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome….. Chris taught us how to use irritating
distractions during prayer times to our advantage by welcoming
them. The process was discovered by a man held in a prison camp
during the war. The man realized that life in the camp
represented a miniature of life in the outside world. Chris showed us
how the skill could make life easier in our day-to-day living by making
irritations less stressful and more meaningful.
We immersed ourselves in silent prayer and experimented with using
distractions as welcoming opportunities to learn, grow, and help us to
understand others.
Day three...meeting
It was time to attend a real Quaker Meeting! I could hardly
wait! We climbed the hill to the big Stillwater Meeting
House. Prayers have been rising from the spot since the seventeen
hundreds. The main room was so big! The tall narrow doors,
high windows, rows of dark wood and yellow-green padded pews, soft
white walls acking any decoration….. LOOK UP! A curving wooden
ceiling so high….. the panels led to the balcony behind us. Susan
said “You see that wall to the right? When that wall is moved,
there is another room just like this one on the other side.
During Yearly Meeting both sides can be filled.” The vision of
such a large expanse filled with people sitting in hushed prayerful
silence awed me. I thought a silence such as that must be
deafening!
It was a cold morning and the main room was not heated, so we returned
to a smaller room and took our seats. . Other people gathered, taking
their seats and praying in silence. We retreat participants did
the same using our new techniques, drifting into spiritual community
with each other and God. The depth of prayer seemed stronger with
more people around us. All was perfectly silent for a long
time. Later we became aware of the sound of a young girl turning
the pages of a book she brought. We used our training to welcome
the distraction and incorporated it into our concentration.
The soft whimper of a baby in the back row sounded eerily like the
sound the kitten had made in my dream the first night. I
experienced the soft comfortable feeling of just hanging out, spending
time with God and waiting….. waiting for what?... a message?... a
vision?... a scent?... a touch? Or simply consenting to letting God be
God and allowing him/her/it/them to do whatever was intended…..
Slowly legs began to be stretched, backs were adjusted, eyes began to
open. One of the men facing us stood up and proceeded to welcome
everyone. Fran asked that we retreat members stand up and
introduce ourselves. We felt welcomed.
As the meeting ended Bill and I toured the collection room and saw many artifacts of Quaker history.
We walked back down the hill toward Morlan with a sense of
sadness. The partings were almost upon us. We felt like we had
been there a long time.
Our final meal
It was hearty and so were the feelings we all were having toward
the weekend experiences and each other. As the dishes were being
washed and dried for one final time, we took turns hugging and
promising to keep in touch. The idea was tossed about to do
another retreat and learn some other new things.
As our car pulled us back through the white pillars, we could feel the
beauty and human warmth of the Olney experience following us. We
talked and remembered things all the way home. We sensed that we
had been changed in ways the future would reveal…..
Silence