LIZ: High in the silver mine mountains above Mexico City, a 95-year-old monk from New York led me into the presence of God. He did it over YouTube, on a video that I was streaming into my tent using internet borrowed from a cantina over the road. I discovered Thomas Keating late in my journey cycling around the world and – it turned out last week – late into the Trappist abbot’s own journey. I’d had Invitation to Love: The Way of Christian Contemplation on my Kindle for a few weeks before I opened it one day. The first words I read turned everything I’d thought I’d known about contemplative life on its head: “The spiritual journey is a training in consent to God’s presence and to all reality.”
A dialogue of silence: Remembering Thomas Keating
Remembering Thomas Keating
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