I have not written much about my experience at the silent retreat I took on the weekend of December 14th. I had surgery the Tuesday after that and then the holidays sort of took over.
But in thinking about this week's verb, renew, I remembered one of the statues where I spent a good deal of time meditating and reading and praying and listening.
It was a statue of Lazarus unwrapping his grave clothes. I think this statue is done by the same person who has done statues in a cemetery/mausoleum near my house where I have taken pictures once. The statues sort of creep me out and draw me in at the same time. I didn't do a great job with the photos. I only had my phone and the light was not quite right.
Lazarus, removing his grave clothes. Renewed.
Me, walking through some pretty tough stuff and slowly emerging, renewed and stronger than ever.
Yeah, renew. It's a good verb. And a very good experience.
I looked at Lazarus and I wondered, what are some of the grave clothes I wear that encumber me and still keep me bound so that I can't move and live as I'd like to move and live?
I looked at Lazarus and I marveled, man it feels good to be freed from some of that tangled mess.
I looked at Lazarus and I knew, there is still more work to be done. But I am on the road to renewal and growth.
And I am grateful.