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JReducation, your description of mysticism and Pope John Paul II is quite beautiful. Thank you for posting it.
I believe it is wrong to seek to be a mystic. But I do think it is appropriate to work towards a prayer life that is not easily distracted by externals.
When people complain about “talkers” in church, or certain music, or gum smackers or cell phones or whatever, I always think, “Why should any of this matter? Should not our quiet come from within? Isn’t there a ‘quiet place’ in our souls that we can retreat to without having to actually go anywhere? Can we not speak with God and listen to His Voice even in the midst of clamor and confusion?”
There is a great Protestant song that I have always loved called “A Quiet Place.” airmiles.wordpress.com/2007/08/12/ This little song seems to speak of an actual physical place, but to me (I first heard it when I was a teenager back in the 1960s), it has always been a place in my own soul.
I am not there yet. I am still easily distracted, especially by my own imagination (I write novels, so many times, I am turning plots over in my mind). But I want so much to get to a place in my life journey where a rock band could be popping bubble gum and playing Lord of the Dance while at the same time a choir is chanting Gregorian Latin and at the same time a crowd of deaf elderly people are discussing their latest bowel habits or surgeries and at the same time a dozen cellphones are all ringing–all during Mass–and I am not even aware of anything or anyone except the Lord Jesus. That’s the quiet place I want to be in someday.
I believe it is wrong to seek to be a mystic. But I do think it is appropriate to work towards a prayer life that is not easily distracted by externals.
When people complain about “talkers” in church, or certain music, or gum smackers or cell phones or whatever, I always think, “Why should any of this matter? Should not our quiet come from within? Isn’t there a ‘quiet place’ in our souls that we can retreat to without having to actually go anywhere? Can we not speak with God and listen to His Voice even in the midst of clamor and confusion?”
There is a great Protestant song that I have always loved called “A Quiet Place.” airmiles.wordpress.com/2007/08/12/ This little song seems to speak of an actual physical place, but to me (I first heard it when I was a teenager back in the 1960s), it has always been a place in my own soul.
I am not there yet. I am still easily distracted, especially by my own imagination (I write novels, so many times, I am turning plots over in my mind). But I want so much to get to a place in my life journey where a rock band could be popping bubble gum and playing Lord of the Dance while at the same time a choir is chanting Gregorian Latin and at the same time a crowd of deaf elderly people are discussing their latest bowel habits or surgeries and at the same time a dozen cellphones are all ringing–all during Mass–and I am not even aware of anything or anyone except the Lord Jesus. That’s the quiet place I want to be in someday.