5.3.04

lectio divina

I have been using this method of reading for sometime now and enjoying it. I've been keeping a journal on it and have been enjoying that too. I know other bloggers use it too, but many do not know what it is. As it says, there is no need to assess the quality of what you are doing. The aim is to help you draw near to god through this method of praying the scriptures. I've often thought that we get so caught up in the practice of a "quiet time" that we are too busy to hear what the scriptures actually say, in our zeal to do what we have been taught for years is expected of us daily.

The quote was taken from here, and permission is given on the site to use the notes.


THE PRACTICE of LECTIO DIVINA

Private Lectio Divina

CHOOSE a text of the Scriptures that you wish to pray. Many Christians use in their daily lectio divina one of the readings from the Eucharistic liturgy for the day; others prefer to slowly work through a particular book of the Bible. It makes no difference which text is chosen, as long as one has no set goal of "covering" a certain amount of text: the amount of text "covered" is in God's hands, not yours.

PLACE YOURSELF in a comfortable position and allow yourself to become silent. Some Christians focus for a few moments on their breathing; other have a beloved "prayer word" or "prayer phrase" they gently recite in order to become interiorly silent. For some the practice known as "centering prayer" makes a good, brief introduction to lectio divina. Use whatever method is best for you and allow yourself to enjoy silence for a few moments.

THEN TURN to the text and read it slowly, gently. Savor each portion of the reading, constantly listening for the "still, small voice" of a word or phrase that somehow says, "I am for you today." Do not expect lightening or ecstasies. In lectio divina God is teaching us to listen to Him, to seek Him in silence. He does not reach out and grab us; rather, He softly, gently invites us ever more deeply into His presence.

NEXT TAKE the word or phrase into yourself. Memorize it and slowly repeat it to yourself, allowing it to interact with your inner world of concerns, memories and ideas. Do not be afraid of "distractions." Memories or thoughts are simply parts of yourself which, when they rise up during lectio divina, are asking to be given to God along with the rest of your inner self. Allow this inner pondering, this rumination, to invite you into dialogue with God.

THEN, SPEAK to God. Whether you use words or ideas or images or all three is not important. Interact with God as you would with one who you know loves and accepts you. And give to Him what you have discovered in yourself during your experience of meditatio. Experience yourself as the priest that you are. Experience God using the word or phrase that He has given you as a means of blessing, of transforming the ideas and memories, which your pondering on His word has awakened. Give to God what you have found within your heart.

FINALLY, SIMPLY rest in God's embrace. And when He invites you to return to your pondering of His word or to your inner dialogue with Him, do so. Learn to use words when words are helpful, and to let go of words when they no longer are necessary. Rejoice in the knowledge that God is with you in both words and silence, in spiritual activity and inner receptivity.

SOMETIMES IN LECTIO DIVINA one will return several times to the printed text, either to savor the literary context of the word or phrase that God has given, or to seek a new word or phrase to ponder. At other times only a single word or phrase will fill the whole time set aside for lectio divina. It is not necessary to anxiously assess the quality of one's lectio divina as if one were "performing" or seeking some goal: lectio divina has no goal other than that of being in the presence of God by praying the Scriptures.


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4.3.04

Some time ago I wrote of two small girls, seriously injured when a car crashed into their daycare centre. One of those little girls who had severe burns to over 40% of her body is now at home although she will have to attend hospital several days a week. She has had almost twenty operations in the eleven weeks she has been hospitalised. There was a photo of her in the paper yeaterday. Sitting in a wheelchair and clutching tightly to her elder sister's hand, the poor little thing looked traumatised and totally bewildered. Her teddy bear wore bandages and she held him tightly with her other hand. She wore a pressure suit to minimise scarring and will need this for at least two years. Her eyes were dull and she looked out solemnly from under a pretty hat. Doctors paid tribute to her family who have been there constantly. They spoke of how hard it is for parents to see their children in pain and to see doctors causing unavoidable pain with the treatment given.

Sophie, the other little girl is still in hospital in the Intensive Care Unit. She will be there for sometime yet. Both her feet have been amputated and she has had an even rougher time than little Molly.

The elderly driver of the car has been charged with negligent driving causing grievous bodily harm.

I've been praying for both these families and for the driver too. I pray for the girls' recovery and for God's peace to be upon them and their families, that somehow good may come of this.

Life here can be so cruel and hard sometimes.

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3.3.04

As I walked down the street this morning to the newsagent I saw a partial re-enactment of the parable of the good Samaritan.

About 100 metres in front of me, the road curved around a blind corner and up the hill. It was raining very slightly and the road could have been slippery. A young man on a bike came quickly around the corner to me, hit a bump or slippery patch and came flying off his bilke. He slid over several feet of road. Fortunately there was nothing coming in the opposite direction as he slid into that lane. The car behind him stopped and I waited to see the driver get out. No. The cyclist slowly picked himself up and limped to the edge of the road, dragging his bike with him.

The cyclist set off down the footpath towards me, pushing his bike, and stopped to examine it. When I reached him, I asked if he was OK. He was grubby from the road, but I couldn't see any grazes or blood. He said he was shaken but was able to cope. Then he thanked me profusely for asking how he was.

I was amazed that no one else had come near him. Several drivers would have been in a position to see what had happened.

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2.3.04

Michelle is asking for help from bloggers to help her in a project she is doing. Have look and leave your name in the comments if you can help her.

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29.2.04

Sunday Brunch from Jeanne .

Say Cheese!

1. What type(s) of camera do you have?
Cameras and I do not usually have a good relationship. Somewhere hidden I have a Kodak Advantix, which I used for a while. However, lack of money for prints made me stop using it, and it has disappeared into the depths of my study. Last year I was given a small, Canon digital. No bells and whistles much on it, but with my record, it's quite adequate for what I need.

2. Do you store your pictures in a box, photo album or on your
computer?
Some of the Advantix prints are still in their envelope and others in a box. After a year of procrastinating about using the little digital, I have now progressed to downloading them to my computer. One of this week's tasks, postponed from last week is to back them up.

3. What is your favorite thing to take pictures of?
My grandchildren face me from almost all of my photos, then their parents. I have a few landscapes from holidays and some of the produce picked from my garden ths summer.

4. What is the biggest size photo you have hanging in your home?
The biggest is an Advantix shot turned portrait style, rather than landscape. It shows three of us, myself, one son and his wife, sitting each on a different step at the back of my home. It was a very hot day a few Christmasses ago. Probably about 40°. We had been painting the back of my house, two storeys, very high and inaccessible. We were exhausted and our faces show it. Paint smudged, hot and sweaty, we sit there in the shade, gathering energy to tackle the last little bit of painting.

5. Do you like having your picture taken?
I hate having my picture taken and void it if at all possible. My mother still has one from when I was about twelve. We were at the beach one January when someone called my name, and as I turned, I held up a yellow beach towel. That's all the photo shows-yellow beach towel.

Here's a few. First two are brother and sister. One on right is their cousin. Don't you just love Andrew's cheesy 5 year old birthday boy grin? Mya on the right is a three year old fashion plate and Victoria Claire is 18 months.



Miss 18 months

3 years old fashion plate



cheesy grin from 5 year birthday boy


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