Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Monastery of the Holy Spirit



The Monastery of the Holy Spirit

             A canopy overhead of oak tree branches, a shaded park bench by a reflective lake, absolute stillness, serenity, and peacefulness…  Sounds ideal, doesn’t it?  That’s where I spent my afternoon yesterday- at a nearby monastery.
           
            If you’re anything like I was, when you think of monks, you think of strange religious recluses dressed in white and black, praying, meditating, and reading the Bible all day long.  That’s what I thought… until I visited the Monastery of the Holy Spirit.

            It’s true that the monks at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit do dress in white and black and do pray, meditate, and read the Bible throughout the day, but they aren’t at all like the stereotype people have come to associate with monks.  They aren’t strange at all and there’s nothing secretive about their way of life.  Contrary to what some may think, they aren’t prisoners to the vows that they’ve made; they chose that way of life and stay monks because they want to, not because anyone is forcing them to. 

            I hold a great deal of respect and admiration for the Trappist monks at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit, and in fact, I’m always telling my parents that if I was a man and if I was Catholic, I would join them in their monastic life even.  But I’ve learned that you don’t actually have to be a monk to have the heart of a monk, which is something I’m still striving to acquire fully.

            After visiting the monastery for the first time, I wrote a report that evening about my experience.  Below is that report, and I hope that you’ll take the time to read it and that your opinion about the monks will be influenced by it, if even in the least.

            If you live near to Conyers, Georgia, or ever find yourself near the city, I encourage you to take the time to visit the monastery.  It’s worth the trip.  A few tips of advice to enhance your experience:  You may want to pack a lunch to enjoy by the property’s wooded picnic area; the lake is especially beautiful and so peaceful.  Be sure to watch the video in the Monastic Heritage Center and to walk through the museum in the barn- it really deepens your appreciation for the architecture of the chapel immensely.  I highly advise you to stay for a service in order to get the full experience of the monastery and understand best what the monks’ heart truly is all about-seeking the Lord and His presence (I personally always attend the 5:20 p.m. liturgy).  Keep your eyes open for the cats that live near the retreat house; they’re so adorable!  And if you visit in the summer, be sure to wear something cool.  The bonsai store and the church do not have air condition and can get very warm even with the fans, especially if you prefer to sit in the balcony of the church like I do.  I consider the view from the balcony to be well worth tolerating the heat though; rarely does anyone else sit up there, so if you’re seeking some quiet alone time with God, the balcony is desirable.

            For more information about the monastery, check out their website at www.trappist.net.

 Reflections upon a Visit to the Monastery

 Off of Brown's Mill Road deep in Conyers, Georgia, stands the Monastery of the Holy Spirit.  A small grouping of only a handful of buildings, yet it is a community of its own.  A community of the brotherhood of Roman Catholic monks.

Contrary to what I had expected, I found the monks to be open, amiable, and welcoming, eager to share the peace and contentment they have found with their guests.  It was not at all like the reclusive group of monastic hermits I had quite made them out to be in my imagination.  Despite the sacrifices of many modern-day luxuries, their countenances do not bear the agony of one in miserable want and yearning for the things of the world as one would imagine and would see upon the face of most ordinary men, but instead there is a reflection of peace, of insuppressible joy and contentment in the life of simplicity and solitude they have chosen to live.  One might ask how this could be so, and the answer would be quite simply replied.  It is only by their absolute devotion and dedication to God and their faith that they can enjoy such rich contentment without the luxury and entertainment of the things the world has to offer, for only in total surrender to God does a man ever find any true contentment at all.  These men are satisfied with what they have; the only thing I observed that they seemed to desire beyond what they have already obtained is more of God and His holiness and presence.  They have a never-satiated desire, thirst, for the things of God.  They strive to love that which He loves and to hate that which He hates.  They have dedicated their whole life to serving the Lord and furthering His kingdom, which is more than can be said about many men about us, but then, they are not ordinary men.  There is a distinct characteristic in them that is not easily found in most men today.  They seem gentle, but not effeminate.  They speak softly and have a great deal of patience, but their manhood is not diminished in the least.  They are a creative, engineering group that believes in the value and rewards of physical labor, and among them, there is a sense of unity and brotherhood as though the whole assembly at the monastery has formed a strange sort of family living in perfect harmony with one another where neither background nor race nor prior religion matters.  They have vowed to live a life of poverty, chastity, and obedience to authority.

            Man's inclination is to give all for gain and to gain all he can get.  This is true for the monks as well, but not in the regard that most seek their gain to be.  For the monks, they give all- their lifestyle, their wealth and material luxuries, sometimes even their families- for the cause of gaining an opportunity to simplify their lives and remove themselves from the temptations and pressures of the world that so easily entangle and snag.  To distance themselves from all that may hinder them in their walk with God.  In the same manner, they strive to gain as much intimacy with God as a man can acquire.  To walk as closely to Him as possible and to seek His face in every aspect of their day.  This is not to say that they are different from other men in the passions they feel and the emotions they must contend with.  They are every bit as human as any one of us and therefore deal with the same temptations and emotions as we must, but by separating themselves from the things of the world, they strive to remove that which potentially could become a hindrance and stumbling block to their resistance to such temptations.  They have disciplined the desires of their flesh and exercise sobriety and self-control in all things, daily striving to overcome in extinguishing man's sinful nature's thirst and passions.  They have sacrificed all that the world deems normal to follow a journey that the Lord has called them to.

            In contrast to the world around us, the community of the monastery is a haven of perfect peace rather than the chaos and violence we find daily in our society.  It is a place of silence and solitude, of pensive inner meditation, of finding enjoyment in the creation of the nature about them.  They are a distinct people set apart, but though it feels as if it's another world, the doors to their serenity are open to all who desire to enter... whether for a few hours, a few days, a few years, or a lifetime.  They are satisfied and their every essential need is met as they find true happiness and fulfillment in living in the presence of the Almighty God.  Their attire frequently consists of a white tunic, black hooded garb (scapular), and a leather belt (their whole attire is called a habit I now know), the unpretentiousness of their attire testifying to the simplicity they desire in their lifestyle.

            Their day is not all prayer and quiet meditation, however.  Like any man, they too have a desire and a calling to work.  To work with their hands and their backs as men were created to.  They find their occupations in manning the visitor's center, in designing and creating stained glass, tailorship, growing and manicuring bonsai trees, and many other professions that are rather similar in many ways to those available to us outside their community.  In their greenhouse near the visitor's center, many of their bonsai trees are also available for sale.  Many of the monks work in the monastery's bakery or in the vegetable garden, which they sell the yields of their labor from both.  In everything that is encompassed in their day, however, they strive to maintain an attitude of prayer and meditation, keeping God in His sacred place at the foremost of their thoughts.

            Their services and church are graciously opened as well to the public.  However, silence is requested and flash photography is asked to be refrained.  The beautiful pink and blue stained glass windows shaped in various fragments of glass cast a serene hue of quiet meditation and reverence across the sacred place of worship, inviting study and reflection upon the Scriptures at any time of the day.  As the appointed time of meeting draws near, the monks individually begin to appear, silent in contemplation and reverence as they enter, bow before the altar, and resume to their designated seats.  The church bells ring loud and clear, as musical as the chimes that pronounce the beginning of the Sabbath morning service across the countryside from the steeple of any church.  At this, the last few monks make their way into the church and to their seating.  When the voices of the men rise in unison to sing it is as though they sing not with the voice of many, but with the tongue of one.  When they pray, they speak not as many men, but as one soul with one desire.  The sound of the pipe organ rings as though it is a sound coming forth straight from heaven itself, being played by the very praises the angels offer to the Lord.  Throughout the assemblage, there is a spirit of reverence that is not easily found elsewhere.  A reverence and honor to the greatness and glory of the majestic King that has become demeaned in the relaxation of our casual culture.  When all fades and the arches of that great cathedral fall silent yet again, one is left in awe as one might describe a being that has been entranced by a magical spell, and there is such a sweet serenity in that place, that one wishes he must never leave.

            After a mere three hours, you have felt as though you would be content to live your whole life there as well.  You respect and admire the men there that have sacrificed so much for such dedication to the Lord and their faith.  You have experienced the joy of simplicity and serenity and have meditated in the same places they too reflect.  After attending one of their services, you have touched God's presence with them and therefore have shared the same desire that drives them to live the secluded life set apart that they have chosen, a life of absolute devotion.  It is a life we too are called to, not only the monks.  It is a life of absolute dedication and separation, of devotion and meditation of the Word and things of God, of service to others and showing the grace and love of God to those around us.  It is this kind of life that God has called each of us to live, no matter whether we live in the world although not of it, or whether we have chosen to seek God's face in a community of our own instead as the monks have.  Though dissimilar in many regards, the monks are truly not as different as one may think.  Touch the heart of God through absolute surrender in your life and find His fingerprints in every encounter of your day, and you have found the secret to the monks' contentment.  Once you find it, like them, you will never want to leave.  The monks walk their spiritual journey in their haven, but wherever you walk beside the Lord, you have found yours as well, and it truly feels like home.



*To watch a slideshow tour of the Monastery of the Holy Spirit and to read a short story set at the monastery, visit my writing blog at www.theavidauthor.blogspot.com and check out the post titled The Pain of Pruning. 



~We’ve all heard of the phrase “pulling on her/ his heartstrings,” but heart-chords?  I was struggling to decide what to name my blog.  I wanted it to be a name that was both creative and meaningful.  As I pondered, my gaze fell upon my acoustic guitar where it stands in my bedroom, and the Lord reminded me that our hearts- our lives- are instruments.  They are constantly in song, but what melody our heart plays is each of our own decisions.  They can play a melody for praise or for entertainment.  A musician selects his songs according to his audience.  So do we.  Whether our audience is the world or the Lord, our song will be different.  This blog is designed to first, increase my awareness in finding God and His guidance in my every day and second, to share the music lessons He teaches me in tuning my heart to learn the chords of praise He longs to play on my heart-instrument.  Music is a powerful tool.  Use it for His glory.  “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:3






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