Ons het lanklaas gesels! My hoop is dat dit met jou goed gaan...veral wat die formatio-reis betref. Dit was ietwat van 'n hibberneer tyd vir my die afgelope drie weke en dit nie net oor die koue nie. Hoewel ons gesels meer grens aan 'n monoloog voer, help die dwang-skryf my op die reis en om erns daarmee te maak.
Na 'n ope belydenis teenoor twee vriende oor my soeke na stilte en die worsteling om by tye/plekke van stilte kom, kry ek twee dae later 'n e-pos met 'n uitnodiging: "Ek wil vandag erens vir 'n uur in stilte deur Emmarentia park gaan stap. Jy's welkom om my te join! Enige tyd voor 16:00 sal goed wees. Laat weet. Shalom! Tom" Ek en Tom het tydens die etensuur in stilte deur Emmarentia gaan stap en daar is genoeg vista's vir gebed, meditasie, stilte of net wees. By die halpad-draai gaan sit ons simbolies by 'n bankie oorkant die Wes-park begrafplaas. Die verkeer druis onophoudelik tussen die dood en die stilte.
Die ontdekking in Spreuke kom weer by my op: Wysheid staan op die hoek van die markplein en roep! Ek soek haar soveel keer net in die ontvlugting.
Terwyl 'n paar Indian Mina's my oog vang, reflekteer ek oor hoe ek soos hulle maar geneig is om aan te pas by my omgewing en my omgewing se seisoene, dieet en gewoontes. Soms hoop ek om meer die kultuur van ons tyd te beïnvloed as wat ek daardeur gevorm word, maar my oortuigings fladder meestal in my kop. In hierdie middag-uur-dwaal tussen die stilte, die gedruis en die dood vang iets my oog. 'n Spierwit duif vladder speels tot hier reg voor ons twee se swygmoment en ek besef alles sal okay wees...tussen die stilte, die gedruis, die dood en my vreemdelingskap.
Ons stap terug en gesels die laaste vyf minute voor ons groet. Met my omdraai waai vir Tom troon die Hillbrow toring aan die een kant bo my opelug tempel uit, 'n entjie links herken ek Sandton se ontbloting en die SAUK toring vul die leegte aan die regterkant. Ek dink hardop wanneer ek in die Landy klim, "Stilte in die stad is 'n middagete-uur ver." Wanneer Tom by die hek verby my ry besef ek hardop "Nee, stilte is 'n reisgenoot van stilte ver."
My aanvoeling met die dissiplines en die soeke na die kontemplatiewe leefstyl is eenvoudig die wysheid van 'n afrika gesegde: "As jy vinnig wil reis, reis alleen. As jy ver wil reis, reis saam."
Jy kan ook nie hierdie reis alleen aanpak nie.
Showing posts with label besigwees. Show all posts
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sound of silence
Julle is almal oud genoeg om te weet van Simon & Garfunkel. Een van hul treffers is die profetiese woorde van Sound of silence. Al die gepraat oor stilte nou die aand en die gebrek daaraan het my mooi laat dink oor die volgende Formatio-geleentheid op 22 Augustus. My hoop sal wees om die aand 'n bietjie meer van 'n liturgiese ervaring te wil maak en ek het vrymoedigheid om Fourie (die aanbieder en goeie vriend) hierin te begelei. Julle is welkom om julle idees met my te deel oor jul ervaring. My gevoel is dat daar te min inoefen op die aand self gebeur en dalk te veel lesing gegee word. Ek sal dus poog vir 'n gesonder ballans. Onthou dus om die datum op te teken en onthou ons gaan die grootste deel van die aand by die Kapel bymekaar wees.
Jy ken die melodie dalk so goed dat jy dit spontaan kan saamsing, maar hiermee die lirieke van Sound of silence. Dalk kan jy hieroor mediteer/reflekteer.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The value of silence (Taize gemeenskap)
Ek het hierdie op Taize se webwerf raakgelees en deel dit graag met julle. Jy kan dit op hul webwerf kry by http://www.taize.fr/en_article12.html
Three times a day, everything on the hill of Taizé stops: the work, the Bible studies, the discussions. The bells call everyone to church for prayer. Hundreds or even thousands of mainly young people from all over the world pray and sing together with the brothers of the community. Scripture is read in several languages. In the middle of each common prayer, there is a long period of silence, a unique moment for meeting with God.
Silence and prayer
If we take as our guide the oldest prayer book, the biblical Psalms, we note two main forms of prayer. One is a lament and cry for help. The other is thanksgiving and praise to God. On a more hidden level, there is a third kind of prayer, without demands or explicit expression of praise. In Psalm 131 for instance, there is nothing but quietness and confidence: "I have calmed and quieted my soul … hope in the Lord from this time on and forevermore."
At times prayer becomes silent. Peaceful communion with God can do without words. "I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother." Like the satisfied child who has stopped crying and is in its mother’s arms, so can "my soul be with me" in the presence of God. Prayer then needs no words, maybe not even thoughts.
How is it possible to reach inner silence? Sometimes we are apparently silent, and yet we have great discussions within, struggling with imaginary partners or with ourselves. Calming our souls requires a kind of simplicity: "I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me." Silence means recognizing that my worries can’t do much. Silence means leaving to God what is beyond my reach and capacity. A moment of silence, even very short, is like a holy stop, a sabbatical rest, a truce of worries.
The turmoil of our thoughts can be compared to the storm that struck the disciples’ boat on the Sea of Galilee while Jesus was sleeping. Like them, we may be helpless, full of anxiety, and incapable of calming ourselves. But Christ is able to come to our help as well. As he rebuked the wind and the sea and "there was a great calm", he can also quiet our heart when it is agitated by fears and worries (Mark 4). Remaining silent, we trust and hope in God. One psalm suggests that silence is even a form of praise. We are used to reading at the beginning of Psalm 65: "Praise is due to you, O God". This translation follows the Greek text, but actually the Hebrew text printed in most Bibles reads: "Silence is praise to you, O God". When words and thoughts come to an end, God is praised in silent wonder and admiration.
The Word of God: thunder and silence
At Sinai, God spoke to Moses and the Israelites. Thunder and lightning and an ever-louder sound of a trumpet preceded and accompanied the Word of God (Exodus 19). Centuries later, the prophet Elijah returned to the same mountain of God. There he experienced storm and earthquake and fire as his ancestors did, and he was ready to listen to God speaking in the thunder. But the Lord was not in any of the familiar mighty phenomena. When all the noise was over, Elijah heard "a sound of sheer silence", and God spoke to him (1 Kings 19).
Does God speak with a loud voice or in a breath of silence? Should we take as example the people gathered at Sinai or the prophet Elijah? This might be a wrong alternative. The terrifying phenomena related to the gift of the Ten Commandments emphasize how serious these are. Keeping or rejecting them is a question of life or death. Seeing a child running straight under a car, one is right to shout as loud as possible. In analogous situations prophets speak the word of God so that it makes our ears ring.
Loud words certainly make themselves heard; they are impressive. But we also know that they hardly touch the hearts. They are resisted rather than welcomed. Elijah’s experience shows that God does not want to impress, but to be understood and accepted. God chose "a sound of sheer silence" in order to speak. This is a paradox:
God is silent and yet speaking
When God’s word becomes "a sound of sheer silence", it is more efficient then ever to change our hearts. The heavy storm on Mount Sinai was splitting rocks, but God’s silent word is able to break open human hearts of stone. For Elijah himself the sudden silence was probably more fearsome than the storm and thunder. The loud and mighty manifestations of God were somehow familiar to him. God’s silence is disconcerting, so very different from all Elijah knew before.
Silence makes us ready for a new meeting with God. In silence, God’s word can reach the hidden corners of our hearts. In silence, it proves to be "sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit" (Hebrews 4:12). In silence, we stop hiding before God, and the light of Christ can reach and heal and transform even what we are ashamed of.
Silence and love
Christ says: "This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you" (John 15:12). We need silence in order to welcome these words and put them into practice. When we are agitated and restless, we have so many arguments and reasons not to forgive and not to love too easily. But when we "have calmed and quieted our soul", these reasons turn out to be quite insignificant. Maybe we sometimes avoid silence, preferring whatever noise, words or distraction, because inner peace is a risky thing: it makes us empty and poor, disintegrates bitterness and leads us to the gift of ourselves. Silent and poor, our hearts are overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit, filled with an unconditional love. Silence is a humble yet secure path to loving.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
VERSLAAF AAN OPWINDING ... BANG VIR VERVELING
Die vroeë kerk (100 – 400 nC) het ‘n besige lewe as ‘n sekulêre lewe beskou.
Die 21ste eeu se mense beskou ‘n besige lewe as ‘n produktiewe lewe.
Die vroeë kerk het iemand wat te besig was, beskou as iemand wat van God af vlug.
Die 21ste eeu se mense beskou verveeldheid as iets waarvan hulle moet vlug.
Ek is ‘n “doen”-mens! Moenie my langer laat wag as wat billik is nie, dan sal ek jou vinnig laat verstaan dat jy my eintlik verontrief. My liggaamstaal sal vinnig vir jou wys dat ek gesteur voel: ‘n bewegende voet; ‘n trillende hand; ‘n oog wat elke nou en dan na die horlosie draai; kakebeen wat geïrriteerd vasgeklem is. As ek voorberei is op die wag, dan is dit nog onder beheer (...dan het ek “gewapen” gekom met ‘n boek of ipod), maar as dit ‘n wag is wat op my afgedwing word, dan sal ek vinnig protesteer.
Om die wag in ‘n ry minder spannend te maak, bring besighede televisieskerms – ooghoogte – aan, en staar mense na ad nausea herhalende advertensies. Om die sieldodendheid van die fietstrap in die gimnasium te versag, staar jy na bewegende monde van nuuslesers op klanklose nuuskanale, met onderstroke wat vir jou die jongste dollar/pond/yen se waarde aandui.
Alles om ons gedagtes met “die volheid van niks” te vul!
Hieroor het Blaise Pascal (17de eeu) reeds baie te sê gehad: “Die grootste enkele oorsaak vir mense se ongelukkigheid is dat hulle nie weet hoe om in hul kamer stil te raak nie”.
Waarom sou Pascal ons onvermoë om stil te raak as die enkele rede van ongelukkigheid beskou? Stilte en afsondering dwing jou om na die werklikheid te kyk soos wat dit is. Stilte/afsondering dwing jou om na jou lewe te kyk soos wat God na dit kyk.
So skryf Gary Thomas in “Seeking the face of God”: “Cultivating the quiet is a painful experience when we are addicted to noise, excitement, and occupation. Opening the door to spiritual quiet can also open the door to spiritual fear and loneliness. It takes a great amount of courage to face God”.
Dis ‘n verstommende gedagte wat ‘n mens in jou kop moet laat rypwerk: is my besigwees ‘n ontvlugting van God?
Dis nie dat jy nooit by God tyd deurbring nie. Dis net dat dit so na “niks doen” voel nie! Het jy al ooit gewonder hoe lank jy by God sal kan sit, voordat jy kriewelrig raak? Ek wonder wat Moses gedink het, toe hy die opdrag kry om God op die berg te ontmoet in Eksodus 24. “Klim nou die berg verder uit na My toe en vertoef daar dat Ek vir jou die plat klippe kan gee waarop Ek die wette en gebooie neergeskryf het vir die onderrig van die volk”. Terwyl Moses die berg uitklim, het ‘n wolk dit omhul. Die magtige teenwoordigheid van die Here het op Sinaiberg gebly, en ses dae het die wolk die berg omhul. Op die sewende dag het die Here uit die wolk uit na Moses geroep.
Ses dae se sit! My voet sou teen daardie tyd al ‘n spasma van al die op-en-af-irritasie gehad het... Ses dae se sit! My ipod se batterye sou pap gewees het... Ses dae se sit! My frustrasievlak sou so hoog gewees het “omdat my tyd so gemors word”... Ses dae se sit! My taakgeöriënteerdheid sou my lankal laat opstaan het met ‘n “nou wag ek nie ‘n minuut langer nie”.
Ses dae se sit! Geduldig! Afwagtend! Luisterend! Biddend! Wetend dat God met my wil praat. Wat wel op die sewende dag toe tog gebeur!
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