Reflecting back on the first three months of sabbatical, I see it
now like a surgical procedure in three phases: The initial phase was our first
month in Asia, which was pre-op anesthesia in preparation for surgery. My two weeks
in Osoyoos was like open heart surgery where God did a deep work as described
in previous blogs. The third phase was after my return from Osoyoos where I had
28 days of just being home in Vancouver. This period was like post-op recovery!
Those 28 days were amazing days. They started quietly enough,
but they didn’t stay that way. The sun shone every day. The early summer
mornings were intoxicatingly beautiful. I usually got up between 5 and 6am and then
went out on our back deck every morning for devotional time and enjoyed listening
to the chickadees and other west coast songbirds. Sometimes the birds were
joined by the chanting of my Buddhist neighbour as she added some rhythm with
her exercise machine! As the sun greeted the morning, I would journal, soak in
the Scriptures, then go for a prayer walk, or run to Trout Lake and back –
about 4 or 5 kms. Spiritually, I was in post-op recovery, but
physically, I felt wonderful. All the insomnia I suffered from pre-sabbatical
was gone. My body and mind felt at rest, and I slept at night like a baby.
In addition to Scripture, I read voraciously, continuing to
read Julian of Norwich and would often get “flattened” by her surprising and
startling insights. For example, when she was contemplating the suffering of
Christ on the Cross, she wrote: “The joy
and bliss that Jesus had in winning our salvation far surpassed all the
suffering that he suffered, and he wants us to experience his joy and delight.
He so desires our joy, endless bliss, and honor, how could he ever withhold
from us anything that is pleasing to him that we ask for?” BAM! I was
surprised and humbled by this insight. Another concept she introduced was the
“courtesy of God” towards us. I had never heard that term used with regards to
God’s heart for us. It disarmed me and opened me up to new levels of intimacy. He
is courteous which means he is kind,
gentle and respectful of us and will never violate us. Wow!
I also spent many hours reading books on spirituality such
as Heart of the World (Urs von
Balthazzar), The Naked Now, (Richard
Rohr), and more novels on Korea. I read another book of a North Korean escapee, an upper
class citizen who was imprisoned with his family, called the Aquariums of Pyongyang. Plus, I read The Year of Impossible Goodbyes, a story
written for middle-school aged children, describing what life was like under Japanese
colonization. I also read more Chaim Potek novels. I began to resume vocational
reading related to being a pastor and church, with my first book called “The New Parish,” a beautiful book
written by three pastors who live in the Pacific Northwest, just south of the
border. This book was about their journey to integrate spirituality with
ecclesiology. (Ecclesiology is just a fancy word for “how we do church.”) Yum! This
is where I came across the remarkable story of the lobster which I’ve referred
to often since I’ve come back from my sabbatical.
I took my afternoons, just to be home, to enjoy where I
live, my neighbourhood. When Kathleen came home from tutoring, we had lots of
wonderful walks and talks, meeting neighbours, connecting with our Chinese
friends at Templeton Pool. We also enjoying Serge, our wonderful and delightful
waiter, at our weekly breakfast date at the Roundel Cafe. Few waiters have ever given us so much joy, and
he is such a gift to us.
I embarked on a very special project. At the Spirit Ridge First Nations Cultural Centre, I found some beautiful cards with First Nations art by a Vancouver artist, in which I began to write thank you notes to the parents of our homestay students who had been so generous to us in Korea. Saying thank you was easy. Practicing my Korean (Hangul) was not so easy! Nevertheless, the delighted response I received back from them after they received made the effort more than worth it! Here is a sample of a card, as well as my Korean handwriting on one envelope to Jini's family, You can only imagine what the text looked like. I wrote an interlinear translation in English in case I got it badly wrong - a slight chance that might happen!
Finally, I began house and yard cleaning
projects. Methodically I worked my way through the house, cleaning windows,
walls, Venetian blinds, finding places where dust had gathered that I didn’t
know even existed! As I worked my way through this four week project, all kinds
of thoughts went through my mind: “I’m going to have to do this all over again
next year.” “No one will ever notice that I did this, but they will notice it
if I don’t do it!” and so on. You have lots of time to think when you’re
cleaning. Then I thought of the phrase from Ecclesiastes – “Meaningless! All is
meaningless!” However, it was truly therapeutic to feel that after I had started
something, I actually got something done. This experience can be quite elusive
when you’re a pastor, and brought fresh meaning to the ordinary.
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