Space, the final frontier. No, not the starry void. I’m talking about Time. It is space in time which defines and shapes the spiritual life. Take this morning for instance. I woke up early… quite early. It was dark, quiet, with only a slight breeze bringing movement outside, where the shadows of undulating branches seemed to emphasize the stillness more than disturb it. This space I used well, for prayer and for consideration.

Yesterday I had space, carved out due to the comments below. Delving deeply requires a person pause in consideration at times, allowing space for contemplation of place. It’s so easy to get off track and much easier to stay there. The Space in my present life allows for immediate response, if I am diligent. I can pause, step back, sift through the various tools I have acquired to determine my state.

Once again, my dissolution was halted by meditation on the desert fathers. What I realized when I felt my heart turn back towards God is that our path is so often solitary in this world and always distinct from this world. Even in a church setting, which I am not in, it is easy to get trapped in a milieu of worldly concerns. Then the concerns of the Spirit begin to drift, our souls seek after that which is no longer before us.

Hearing the concerns and remedies of those who have gone before is balm for this malaise, both in action and in awareness. We realize our selves are not fighting a new battle but one which is expected for those on the Spiritual path. It is a comfort and an exhortation all at once.

Syncletia said, “We have no security in this world.” The Apostle said, “Let him that thinks he stands, take heed lest he fall.” We are sailing on uncharted seas, as the psalmist David said, “Our life is like a sea.” Yet some seas have dangerous reefs, some are full of sharks, some seas are calm. It seems as if we are sailing in calm waters, while men of the world are sailing in rough weather. We are sailing in daylight, led by the sun of righteousness, while they are being driven along in the night of ignorance. Yet it often happens that worldly men, sailing in darkness and through storms, are so afraid of danger that they save the ship by calling upon God and by watchfulness, while we, in our calm waters, become careless, leave the proper course of righteousness and are sunk.

The most spiritual thing we can do sometimes it let go of everything, step back a while, and approach it all new after a worthwhile pause in our souls. I found this again yesterday and note this because I so often forget the vital need for space, and am too eager to fill it with whatever presents itself. Because this is what the world tells me is right. Those who have walked the Spiritual path before me say different words, and I am better and fuller when I surround myself with their wisdom.