Monday, December 31, 2012

Rethinking Singleness in the Church


In the Protestant tradition, we do not have a good way of handling those who are single later into life.  Perhaps they have made a commitment to singleness for the sake of the Kingdom.  Perhaps they have preferred marriage, but have not felt God leading in that direction.   Perhaps they have just focused on other things.  Whatever the reason, the Church often treats them like they are falling down on the job.  They should be getting married and producing families.

We often tend to look at singles as less mature.  We talk about how being married and having children matures a person.  I have found this to be a less-than-convincing argument.  I am sure that these life changes mature a person in many ways, but there are plenty of immature parents and spouses in the world.  We often forget that the solitude and silence afforded by singleness can have a maturing effect on a person as well. 
I have known many godly single people who have used their singleness to grow in Christ.  One man that I have known for years uses his freedom to visit mission fields and support missionaries.  Another woman that I know lives a life of service to her fellow believers, babysitting and praying for their families.  Another man has committed himself to a life of contemplative prayer, resulting in spiritual gifts that he is able to pass on to others.  Some of these singles are considered modern day saints to those closest to them.

At the root of a single life which is committed fully to God is a denial of self.  I often hear that some have the gift of singleness and some have the gift of marriage, as if a single person does not wrestle with the same desires that a married person has.  Just because a person has the “gift of singleness” does not mean that he or she does not get lonely or long to feel physical intimacy. One story of St Benedict is that one day, while thinking of a woman, be became so inflamed with desire that he threw himself in a brier patch to get his mind off of it.  Also, St. Frances was reported to one have said in his later years, “I may yet have children.”   A single person is just as human as a married person, but without the sexual or romantic outlets of a married person.  Instead, a committed single person has to choose not to engage in those types of relationship for the sake of Christ.  It is, in the truest sense of the word, a green martyrdom.  It is not about waiting for marriage.  Marriage may never come.  It is about loving Christ above all else, even our own comfort.
 
In the city where I live, about 60% of the people are single.  Some are divorces, some widowed, and some never married.  Some are single for a time, others are single for life.  The church needs to embrace the single adult, not by putting them in a class on the other side of the building, but by fully incorporating them into the life of the church.  Singles are part of the Body of Christ as much as large families.  Families cannot say to the single person, “we don’t need you.”  It is only as we live and grow together as one Body of Christ that we can be the fullness of the Church.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Praying Without Words

Someone once said that the reason that men like dogs is that they do not have to talk to them. I often find that to be true in my own life. One of my favorite things is to sit on the sofa and watch a movie with my dog in my lap. I also enjoy quiet walks with my dog. I do sometimes talk to my dog, but most of the time, it is enough for him if we are just together.

 I struggled with prayer most of my life. I was taught that the essence of prayer was talking to God. For someone who is not always chatty, I found this to be a challenge. What a relief it was for me to learn that prayer did not have to be talking. It could be sitting in silence with God just enjoying his company.

Sometimes he has something to say to me as I listed. Other times he does not. The point is not so much to talk as it is to hang out with each other. I sometimes picture Christ with me as I walk or drive. This helps me some times to see the reality of his presence. Sometimes, while sitting in my desk at work, I look up and picture him sitting in a chair across from me. I give a little nod. Sometimes, I make the sign of the cross on my forehead or touch the prayer beads in my pocket. All of these are prayer, yet I might not say a thing.

 I have found that this non-discursive prayer has freed me to experience prayer on a newer level. I don’t feel as pressured to be verbose. When I do lead in public prayer, I find that my prayers are shorter and punctuated with silence. In all of my prayers, I do not have to perform. I can just be.