The darkness of this past winter delayed me from writing of its highlight. (At least that sounds like a good excuse, doesn’t it?)
But, in reflection, perhaps the darkness only served to make this particular experience stand out more vividly against the dreary backdrop. Light in the darkness seems a more brilliant illumination.
Seasons Weekend at the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs stands out like a bright beacon of hope and inspiration.
Seasons is the brainchild of best-selling author and dramatist Nicole Johnson. The weekend is an artistic spiritual retreat designed for personal growth and replenishment. Intentionally intimate, it is a feast of music, art, drama, and learning for those wishing to go deeper in their faith journeys. It is a special time of rest and renewal…peace and healing…awakening and illumination.
Katherine and Jay were honored to be among the speakers. (We kept pinching ourselves and saying Why are we here? Too good to be true.)
But that’s the way the Good News seems isn’t it?
Too good to be true… but it is!
In additional to the wildly creative and talented Nicole, other participants included renown psychiatrist Dr. Curt Thompson, author of The Anatomy of the Soul, and the brilliantly gifted Sara Groves, one of my long-time favorite singer/songwriters. (Our whole family is in love with her.)
The other speakers and performers were equally amazing. It was intense. At one point, as Sara sang and played the piano, tears came to my eyes. I’ve been listening to her music for years, since I first heard her song Conversations on the radio. She holds a unique place among Christian artists, with her soulful melodies and way-deep-beneath-the-surface lyrics. And here she was, in the flesh, pouring out her beautiful, pure notes just for us in the room.
The whole weekend was like that. The intimacy of the group made it feel like a personal banquet for each participant. That was one of the main points.
I’ve attended many large Christian conferences, such as Women of Faith and Living Proof Live with Beth Moore, with thousands of participants. They have all been wonderful, enriching, faith-building experiences. There is an electric energy in these large gatherings of believers from all walks of life. Nicole performed with Women of Faith for years, but eventually she was drawn to the idea of a smaller, more personal retreat. Thus was Seasons Weekend born.
At first, the menu seemed a little random. Actors? A psychiatrist? Musicians? And my child and her husband?
What’s the common thread here?
They were all there to share their stories with us.
It was beautiful to see the way God wove it all together… perfectly.
Every story was totally unique, yet analogous. Pain. Defeat. Redemption. Victory… through the One who defeated death.
In an elective session, Curt Thompson discussed the power of story.
Obviously, I love stories.
I have always loved them, since earliest memory. As a child, I forced my parents to tell me story after story every night until I finally fell asleep.
I love listening to other people’s stories, and I often feel compelled to tell mine. I believe it was C.S. Lewis who said that we share our stories in order to know we’re not alone. I concur.
But Curt took it further, from a neurobiological perspective.
He told us that our stories begin generations before we are born. They are first told by someone else. (Do I actually remember being in a horse stampede when I was two, or do I just remember the story of what happened so vividly that it seems like reality?)
Curt said that we come out of the womb looking for someone who is looking for us. We scream as we leave the dark, warm comfort of out mother’s bodies; we are consoled in her arms. We begin telling stories because we have a need to be heard and to be found.
Our stories are told in fits and starts. For the most part, they are messy. Moments of triumph are mingled with slips and slides and falls. Paths are wide and winding, not straight and narrow. Sometimes none of it makes any sense. But we are most creative when we are most messy…and vice versa. Life, according to Dr. Thompson, is about being creative with our messes.
Because of the messiness of our stories, tentacles of shame are wrapped all around them. The physical effects of shame turn us inward and away from other people.
But we must be heard in order to be found.
We cannot tell our stories as individuals. Our story-telling is collaborative. The listener actually becomes a part of the narrative. This creates new neural pathways in the brain. Every time the story is retold, the teller’s mind is renewed. And the listener’s mind is changed… expanded… in some way.
I need someone else’s brain to complete my story.
Serendipitously, the more we tell our stories, the more they are redeemed. Given back to us in a more complete way. Even a seemingly tragic story may be used for great good.
Sara Groves shared a very personal experience with the group. Her openness touched my heart and moved me to compassion. I entered into her story and responded to it.
After she finished speaking, Curt announced, “In listening to Sara’s story, we have been changed. Now our brains are actually different!”
“Redemption,” he said, “is never individual.”
I ponder that statement.
Two of the nuances of the verb “redeem” are
1. to recover possession or ownership of by payment of a price or service; regain.
2. free, liberate, rescue, save.
The act of telling our stories is freeing to us and to those who listen to them. Confession is healing. By liberating even our shameful secrets from the dungeons of our minds, they come out into the light and are redeemed. In the sharing, they are purified and lose their power to control.
We regain rightful possession of our true stories when we share them. Even the messy ones.
Especially the messy ones.
I thank you all for being a part of my story. It is a privilege.
I hope I am a part of yours, as well.
Keep telling it.
A few scenes from Seasons...
|(Babysitters fell through, so look who got to come!)|
|We took turns babysitting.|
|This is most of the incredible Seasons team. (Minus Sara)|
(I am so mad. First I left the camera in Cali; now I've left the cord in GA, so I can't download the best pictures from the weekend. Maybe later.)
But enough of winter!
It's a time of new life and fresh beginnings. It's not too late to sign up for the Spring Weekend in Washington, D.C., April 12-14.
It's a wonderful gift you can give yourself. You are worth it.
Tomorrow it's Easter Service at the Hollywood Bowl!
Praying you have a joyful celebration of the Resurrection, wherever you are.
He is making all things new! Hallejuah!
Sara Groves performs "Eyes On The Prize"
Please click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmrTvDoqvMM
(Granny can't figure out how to embed.)