Contemplatives know that God’s voice rarely comes in thunder but rather in a whisper, creeping into the lives of shepherds in isolated settings or to prophets gasping in thin mountain air.
~ Adam S. McHigh, Introverts in the Church
I wake at an unacceptably late hour that, this morning, is acceptable given that I was awake for too much of the night. Seven o’clock might seem like a reasonable time to rise; but for me, who prefers to rise between four and five, it’s ridiculous. That I was able to enjoy a good measure of reading in the middle of the night makes up for it this morning though.
The beauty of my Kindle is that I am able to keep a virtual library of favourite books on my bedside table at all times. An added bonus is the ability to highlight passages that speak to me so I can return to them later (like this morning when I’m selecting a quote—or two—for the day).
I returned to Introverts in the Church by Adam S. McHugh last night for a second reading, having been reminded of it when I recommended it to a friend recently. Then, after reading a few chapters, popped over to The Way of the Heart by Henri Nouwen. So much richness, so much wisdom. The middle-of-the night wakeful hours were well worthwhile.
This morning, tired and mainlining coffee, I feel at peace as a result of the reading and prayer afterward. Settled too, in my mind, about something I’ve been wrestling with for a while. All in all, gifted by my wakefulness and the opportunity to spend a few hours with old friends.
We have, indeed, to fashion our own desert where we can withdraw every day, shake off our compulsions, and dwell in the gentle healing presence of our Lord.
~ Henri J. M. Nouwen, The Way of the Heart