So earlier today I was driving to a meeting for work, and passed a monastery. Something has always fascinated me about those places. It probably has something to do with the fact that I can't go inside and look around. It is not for me to see or know. And maybe it is partly because it seems like a whole other world within our world. One we could never know or understand unless we have experienced it ourselves. I picture old wooden floors, the silence of Meditation. High ceilings. Maybe the chants of monks, prayers of priests up to their father in heaven, singing in perfect unison, acapella. Lit candles.Quiet devotion.
And there is the fleeting thought that wouldn't it be nice to escape to a quiet, sacred world, where it is just you and God. A simple life of faith. All of the noise of the world is stripped away. You can hear God's voice more clearly in a place like that. Feel his presence. Know your purpose.
And so I become envious of the ability to let everything else go, and live a life of service to the Lord. It seems like a calling, a greater good, something bigger than yourself and your muddled up life.(I speak for myself).
A path of purity.
But what I imagine is different than what it is, I am sure. These are people, after all. People with doubts, questions, discontent, if we are honest. It has to be hard to keep a lifetime commitment to be separate and to be devout. Whether in a monastery or without. The journey of faith is not an easy one. We all have our cross to bare. Just as Jesus did.
He, who knew no sin, gave himself to be sin for us, so that while we were yet sinners,, we might become the righteousness of God. He didn't have to give his life for me, but he did. And this because, I as well as you, am loved deeply by the Creator. We can call ourselves his children, because of Christ's love.
Even if life is messy, and we hit bumps along the road. If we fail. Even if we lose faith, or want to give up. God is with us. Not in a sacred building, but in each of us.
He indwells in our hearts and souls and enables us to continue in our faith journey. That is not different from the life of one who devotes their life to serve God in a monastery. There is no sacred place of devotion beside our hearts. In this journey,
we are never alone, never forsaken. Never forgotten. He is with us.
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