After we were rescued by Moses the motor cyclist, “the roar of his triumph could be heard throughout the land”, the next major snag we ran into on the road that day occurred just after first lunch when we attempted to get through some roadworks, which, according to a warning sign, had closed the road ahead. Now normally cyclists can ignore such signs, as they can usually dismount and circumnavigate the obstacle. So, undaunted we rode past the sign and on down the road until we came to the said obstacle. A group of men were resurfacing the road; the total width of the road. We came to a halt and asked the guy who appeared to be in charge if we could walk round the obstacle on the grass verge carrying our bikes. This seemed to us a reasonable request but it turned out he was your average Jobsworth and he said “no!” rather emphatically. We attempted to reason with him – “We will keep well clear of the tar mate. We’ll hold our breath so we don’t die from inhaling the fumes. Come on mate, it’s only a few yards”, etc, etc, but all to no avail. Well I suppose we could have rushed him, but his work mates looked quite burly and, on the whole, we are all law-abiding citizens so grudgingly, muttering obscenities of various kinds, which mainly involved masturbation, we turned around and headed back on ourselves. Eventually we came to a fork in the road and took it hoping that we could get around the problem, at which point the trusted Garmin went nuts and, after a few minutes, when it recognised we were off target, gave up the ghost entirely.
Now having spent most of my cycling career without such modern sophistication I felt it was my duty to take control of the situation and so I confidently announced, “Don’t worry lads, I have a great sense of direction, I just follow my nose, you follow me and we’ll be fine!” By the looks on the faces of the others they did not share my optimism nor did they have much faith in the fact that I could produce the goods. Nose, however large and impressive as mine is, could not possibly match up to modern technology. Despite the fact that “pride cometh before a fall”, today my confidence was rewarded with success and I was vindicated, for we rode on for about ten minutes in the direction that I suggested and then Sam announced, with some relief, “Hey, guys, are back en route, the Garmin has picked us up!” I didn’t say anything, I just slipped away from the front of the pack, took up my accustomed position at the rear, bathed in a warm sense of self-congratulation: well after all when you know you are right you don’t have to boast about it do you?
Well once that little bit of excitement was out of the way I started to think about my prayer life; not so much the liturgical side of it but more the personal aspect. I got to thinking how I often use a simple Biblical verse when attempting to consider myself before God; it goes rather like this –
“Be still and know that I am God” – There is a reality, which is personal and loving, which is beyond my feeble ego and its small conception of reality.
“Be still and know that I am” – The nearest any of us can legitimately get to naming the divine mystery. God was, is and will be.
“Be still and know” – This knowledge is gained in stillness, it is not strictly speaking empirical knowledge, although I would claim that it is an objective reality, it actually exists, it is just that it is a different, an intuitive form of knowledge.
“Be still” – The time to stop thinking has come. Stop trying to make sense of anything and let the mind be still. This is where concentration on breathing can be a great help. A conscious focus on an activity we just normally take for granted enabling our busy mind to quieten.
“Be” – This induced stillness leads to just being but being with intent. It is rather like the angler who is waiting for the movement of the rod tip, so I wait to see if anything will happen, through attaining a sense of being rather than doing and, like the angler, sometimes a fish gets caught and sometimes nothing. Either result is fine, for it is the unexpecting and unpredictable nature of angling which makes it exciting and keeps the angler returning to the river bank: for the contemplative a sense that I am, and I am in the presence of another who is, can be enough: but sometimes a moment of intense enlightenment occurs, we cannot force it, there is no magical formula, it comes purely as God’s gracious gift and in God’s time.
So, I guess what I was considering that day perhaps could be seen as the spiritual equivalent of “following you nose”. Hopefully it keeps you on track as the adventure of life opens up before you.