Thursday, September 10, 2015

Laden With Pollen



This morning I find myself drawn back to my hermitage, my mansio. Weary from my Celtic pilgrimage and in need of rest. Yet full, energized by the closeness I felt with the Lord in Ireland, the peace, the acceptance that I am his child and that he longs for me to rest in him.
 
Dwelling on these blessings of God’s love I naturally turned to the words of another blessed disciple ‘whom Jesus loved’. I thought of the story of the vine and began turning there but along the way the Spirit brought me by John 14 where Jesus tells us he has prepared dwelling places – mansio in the Vulgate – where we are to rest in him.

I’m torn between the desire to bear fruit for Christ, to make him more known, and the desire, the call, the need to simply rest in him. But there is no dichotomy or dualism here. As Jesus plainly taught, we are to abide in him and he will produce the fruit through his presence in our lives. That great cloud of Celtic monks/missionaries who have gone before us knew this, lived this assurance. They immersed themselves in knowing Christ’s love and in knowing God’s Word. From this rock solid foundation they made Christ known through their lives. Their enduring witness now lives on in Celtic lands and far beyond.

…the point of travelling is not
to arrive, but to return home
laden with pollen you shall work up
into the honey the mind feeds on.
     - R.S. Thomas

I’ve returned from my Celtic sojourn with my mind, my writing journal, and my camera full of pollen which I will be working up into honey to feast on and to share with you over the next few days and weeks.

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