“You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run…”
The last several weeks have been quiet on the ecclesial dreaming front. Silence on this blog does not mean that I have stopped dreaming, however. It is just that I have been in a period of refueling and reflection. I have also been extremely busy with things at work. (Two more days!!!!)
I have been thinking a lot about the past three years. I have been meditating a lot about where I am and how I got here. I have been wondering if I have held too tightly to things I should have let go of and gave up on other things too easily. Obviously one cannot change decisions that were made in the past but I hope I have at least learned some things. But that begs the question just what exactly it is that I have learned. And even if I could put my finger on it could I frame it with words enough to communicate it to others or will it remain forever ineffable? Are lessons that I have learned worth sharing publicly with others in a different context and come from different historical events in their lives?
One thing I think I am learning is that I am not very good at knowing when it is time to talk and when it is time to listen. There is a very powerful force at work in what Henri Nouwen calls the noise of silence. In the past I have been too hasty to replace that noise with the sounds of another (or my own) voice. But there are also times that I know a proclamation of some sort is in order and I have bit my tongue. Both of these errors have been costly for me over the past several years. Based on the horizon I see from my perspective this inability to discern the difference between the time to speak and the time to be silent will continue to haunt me for a long time.

