Moving Toward the Missal

As a Birthing From Within instructor, I taught a series of innovative pain coping techniques developed by founder Pam England, drawn from her meditation practice.   Most involved variations on mindfulness, and as incentive to really develop the habit of using them, expectant parents practiced these techniques in class while holding ice cubes in their hand.  One of my favorites, called “Non-Focused Awareness” encourages you to notice the full spectrum of whatever experience you’re in, rather than focusing narrowly on only one aspect.  In labor, this means being aware of all sensations and stimuli, not only the pain.  You just name them internally without any judgment.  The woman might notice the sound of a CD playing, feel the touch of massage on her back, the taste of juice, etc.  It sounds simple, but you have to practice to be able to summon the concentration needed to use this technique in a highly stressful situation like labor.  Happily, opportunities are everywhere – in line at the grocery store, while stuck in traffic, in the dentist’s chair – and I continue to find Non-Focused Awareness a calming practice.

I was in anguish about the new Roman Missal’s coming implementation when I began this blog nearly a year ago.  I wondered if I could remain Catholic with such stilted wording in the liturgy, if anger at the oppressive process that led to it would drive me away.  Last week at mass, we sang the new Holy, Holy and Mystery of Faith for the first time, and my own lack of reaction surprised me.  I even kind of liked the tune. Today, singing these responses again, I realized that I had been blessed with an unconscious, gradual process of Non-Focused Awareness in relation to the church.  More and more I notice other things besides the words of the liturgy that mean a lot to me in the parish – the dearly familiar faces of people I’ve been worshiping with for years, a new generation of young ones toddling around the narthex, the dedicated work of our St. Vincent de Paul conference and other ministry groups to alleviate suffering nearby and around the globe.

Beyond my parish, this new, wider awareness encompasses attending neighborhood prayer services and engaging with an online monastic community, the Abbey of the ArtsChristine Valters Paintner, the abbess, is a writer, artist, retreat director, spiritual director and teacher.  She offers online and live classes on contemplative practice, especially combined with expressive arts.  This week I signed up for her free 7-day e-course that’s an introduction to contemplative practice in daily life, The Monk in the World.  Each daily e-mail provides an image, quotes and suggestions for reflection.  Today’s e-mail concluded with this lovely prayer by Christine.

Holy Giver of Silence

Sustain me in these sacred spaces

and embrace me with your presence.

I pause each day to listen to your whisperings

which call me to a deepened way of being.

I enter the quiet and ask for the courage to respond

to what I discover in that tabernacle of time.

Photo courtesy of AlicePopkorn2 via Flickr under a Creative Commons license

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4 Responses to Moving Toward the Missal

  1. Rich says:

    Good thoughts…..
    As an aside: Non-Focused Awareness is a good strategy when raising teenagers as well!

  2. Michael says:

    Very keen insights. However, when do the faithful stop trying to find ways to cope with the ineptness of the bishops? At a certain point, the faithful must assert that they, too, are the Church–active participants not receptacles for the decisions of the Curia. The new Missal has been poorly planned and the wording will at times be very stilted. The signals from the Vatican indicate a desire to distance the Church from Vatican II. At a certain point, the faithful must be called to say, “enough.”

    • Peg Conway says:

      You have honed in on the underlying issue that I have been grappling with. The missal is terrible — the process, the result. I think where I’m getting to is not caring anymore about the bishops, and I don’t want to live my life angry. I think God is calling me to something more than beating my head against the walls of the Vatican. My faith is larger and stronger than the bishops, larger and stronger even than the words of the liturgy that I have loved so much for my entire life. I still love my parish community, even with stilted words, and I’m not inclined to deprive myself of that support, at least not yet. Many of the faithful have said “enough” and have left for other denominations or alternative Catholic communities. This used to make me sad, but more and more I see it as a movement of the Spirit and a healthy response.

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