Kyle made that observation on Sunday night after my return from a seventy-two hour retreat deep in a canyon at the bottom of ragged red rock walls. I could have said the same thing of him when he returned from the retreat the week before. Both of us came back wrecked and aglow.
For three days, there was communion and candlelight, feasting on food and word, laughter in such bounty that my muscles were sore and my face ached, tears so abundant and so quick that even I was stunned.
In the canyon, there was no cell phone reception so I couldn't have called back to the world even if I had wanted to. There were no computers, no email, no television, no appointments, no errands. Exceedingly unplugged and saturated focus.
There was one pierced moment whiter than the rest when I experienced for the first time in my life the fullness of love that is the tangible Body of Christ.
And it transformed me.
And I feel the gentle invitation from Him to remain on retreat, to let that linger for just a few more days. So I'm going to close down -- just for a bit -- to listen and rest while I transition back into reality.
* (I lifted the "one pierced moment whiter than the rest" line is from my all-time favorite e.e.cummings poem)
* (I do have some email and other business to attend to, so I won't be totally offline. I'm still available by email, I just need to rest from writing for a bit)