your heart…house of traffic or house of God

Our technological society has no longer any place in it for wisdom
that seeks truth for its own sake, that seeks the fullness of being,
that seeks to rest in an intuition of the very ground of all being.
Without wisdom, the apparent opposition of action and contemplation,
of work and rest, of involvement and detachment,
can never be resolved.

Thomas Merton

(Spaghetti junction / Atlanta / Julie Cook / 2021)

Your heart.

Not the physical beating muscle within your chest that pumps life
sustaining blood racing throughout your body…
but rather I speak of the heart, the place where both your soul and
inner “being” each reside…

Is that heart, that place within your soul,
is that personal and private inner space a place of madness and confusion…
a place of never ending infuriating traffic?

Meaning… is your heart reeling, congested, frustrated, overwhelmed
and rife with rage?

or in contrast…is it…

a house of and for the omnipotent God…
that hallowed dwelling place of the Holy of Holies?
Is that very sacred place and space, is it a place where
the Great I Am can reside?
A place of interior silence, severe reverence and a place of
deafening peace?

I wonder.

And thus I must ask…are we, meaning both you and me…
are we oddly and surreally more content with the confusion, noise, madness
and chaos…the frenetic swill of uncertainty…
Are we actually afraid of finding that long awaited
overwhelming silence…are we afraid to find that astounding reverence
and that most deafening Peace?

Should we not actually be willing, or rather pleading, to quiet the rage within,
detach from this world and recollect our true home?

“Man will not consent to drive away the money-changers from
the temple of his soul until he realizes that it is a Holy of Holies—-
not a house of traffic, but in very truth the house of God.
We thus reach two striking conclusions:
There cannot be entire dependence upon the Holy Spirit’s guidance,
which is the true meaning of living in Christ, without complete self-renunciation.
There cannot be complete self-renunciation without the constant
underlying spirit of faith, without the habit of interior silence,
a silence where God is dwelling.
Many do not see the connection between thoughts about the King
and the service of the King; between the interior silence…
and the continual detachment…
If we look closer, it will be seen that there is a strong, close,
unbreakable link between the two.
Find a recollected person, and he will be detached;
seek one who is detached, and he will be recollected.
To have found one is to have discovered the other…
Anyone who tries, on a given day, to practice either recollection
or detachment cannot ignore the fact that he is doing a double stroke of work.”

Raoul Plus, S.J., p. 39-40

17 comments on “your heart…house of traffic or house of God

  1. Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging and commented:
    Great post SC!! Hugs from GW!! :):)

  2. K.L. Hale says:

    This is beautiful, Julie. I long for the silence of the Spirit in my heart ❤️. After years of riding chaos it’s such a pleasure to let my heart become my home to God. It’s tempting to get lost in the traffic, but with friends, such as you, quiet times and reflections, I can find the peace. Sending love and hugs. I always enjoy your writing my friend. 💕

  3. David says:

    Those vehicles are all driving on the wrong side of the road Julie!

  4. says:

    Oh my goodness, this is absolutely beautiful and spot on. The peace that we long for can be ominous at times. It’s all part of the unknown mystery of God. He promises and will deliver peace to us in eternity as well as here if we let Him. I have been thinking some about death lately (probably because I felt very close to it for a while) and have discovered that I am resisting it because of the people in my life that I don’t want to let go of. I know the joy of heaven is far greater than that, but this life has a definite pull on me too.

  5. hatrack4 says:

    I grew up on a farm. If I could have the crickets chirp and the frogs croak as the only noise in my life, I would feel at home. Oh, and a lonely bob white or whippoorwill calling, just to break up the drone noise a bit.

  6. Tricia says:

    I love this Julie and the timing on me reading it is perfect.! We are int mountains for a long weekend of respite from the craziness of this world to get closer to God and just turn off the noise.

    Blessings to you my friend, hope all is well.

    P.S. I’ve been stuck in that Spaghetti Junction, not fun, lol!

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