[Thoughts while at Montreat’s Wee Kirk Conference this week]
Spending several days in Presbyterian Heaven (Montreat) was an introvert’s dream come true. Not only was it a beautiful time in a very Thin placee, but I found plenty of space to get away from everything and be quiet. Certainly we had been warned, but I suppose DH and I were a little disappointed to discover that not only did we not have cell phone coverage, but that the Wi-fi was pretty limited. It bothered him more than it did me that there was no TV in our room, but it added to a picture of being completely unplugged. Of course, since I’m an ipad-toting sort, I actually had 3G, which made me feel better as we arrived. Who could be completely unplugged, after all?
Turns out I could. I barely checked my email (I think I checked it once or twice in four days). I didn’t look at facebook. Voicemail wasn’t really an option.
It was holy quiet. And I didn’t miss it at all.
I heard the things that I’ve been too busy to hear in recent days: the gentle whisper of God as the windchimes twinkled, the quiet flowing of streams, the voices of little bugs and animals singing the Living God’s praises. I took time to notice things I might have over looked: flowers that were ordered just so, the face of Jesus staring back at me from many other faces, the mist that couldn’t quite turn loose its grasp on our world. I felt things that have seemed cut off to me for a while: a sense of pure shalom, worship with my whole body, the poetry at work in the body of Christ.
Oh I was unplugged alright. But I’ve never felt more connected.