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							(This is the first of four reflections from a 
							group of us, based on our recent visit to the Abbey 
							of Gethsemani in Trappist, Kentucky over the 
							weekend. Over the course of the next few weeks, 
							others will share their insights and revelations, 
							poems and epiphanies emergent from this adventure.)
 “Well, I should probably write something” was what I 
							said to myself this past weekend as I sat in the 
							library of the Abbey of Gethsemane, journal open in 
							front of me. “And it should probably be meaningful, 
							profound, or life-changing.” I was, after all, on 
							retreat: On retreat with five other people in a 
							monastic environment that championed silence, almost 
							demanding contemplation and spiritual formation. If 
							I couldn’t come up with something meaningful, 
							profound, or life-changing here, I probably didn’t 
							have much of a chance anywhere. I was waiting for a 
							moment —the moment when my search would end, purpose 
							became clear, and I “succeeded” at the exercise of 
							“retreating.” Literary minds call this an “epiphany 
							moment.” Come to think of it, spiritual minds do, 
							too.
 
 Writers have to handle epiphany moments with the 
							greatest care. Characters need to go through 
							transformation, but that transformation has to be 
							believable, needing to be embedded throughout the 
							entire story. If a character hates his father for 
							the first 180 pages of a book and suddenly decides 
							he loves him on Page 181, not only is it not 
							believable or sincere, we think the entire action 
							specifically insincere.
 
 I like to believe God knows this, too. And when we 
							suddenly have singular moments of extreme spiritual 
							shifts and revelation (which we often look for on 
							things like retreats), those moments beg the same 
							questions of longevity, believability and 
							insincerity that all of those Page 181 epiphany 
							moments do: “Where did this come from?” “How am I 
							supposed to believe that?”
 
 
 
							
							
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							This principle illustrated why our epiphany moments, 
			like those of our believable literary characters, are actually 
			epiphany journeys. Waiting on that singular moment to define your 
			experience will find you waiting forever, because it couldn’t 
			possibly do it. You need to go 10 mph before you can go 20 mph, but 
			neither is more important than the other; they’re just two different 
			steps on the same path. Any commitment you make now has to be 
			renewed constantly for it to endure. If that commitment only remains 
			in the present moment alone, it’s worthless — at least as far as 
			epiphanies go. 
			
							With that in mind, I got down to “retreating,” with 
			an increased interest in not waiting, or even searching, for that 
			affirming moment when all of my doubts and questions were erased, or 
			my “reason” for being on the retreat was revealed. Instead, my focus 
			became to experience that part of my journey, and recognize that 
			whatever I found there was just a paragraph of my lifelong story. 
			Our God is an adept author, and knows what needs to be embedded 
			along the way, so that when we get to Page 181, that epiphany moment 
			is as natural as the person experiencing it. And it needs to be, 
			because we don’t get a chance to rewrite the story if it’s not.
 [Adam Quine, Pastor at First Presbyterian Church of Lincoln]
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