Welcome to Holy Listening

Companions on the journey to wholeness

Like seasons of the year, we each experience seasons in our spiritual life. Sometimes we find ourselves in the midst of the dry, barren wilderness of our soul and spirit. With repetition, colorful leaves turn brown and fall to the earth as we let go of that which no longer holds life. We move from barren, cold emptiness to the richness of new bloom. Out of the depths, we rise toward what fills us, creating the abundance of new growth.

 

As Spiritual Directors, we are here to walk with you through the seasons of your life. One of our favorite definitions of a Spiritual Director (aka Spiritual Companion) is from the book Companions in Christ. Author and Spiritual Director Marjorie Thompson, describes a Spiritual Director as one who “Listens the other into clarity.” That is what we offer you here at Holy Listening. We are here to “listen you into clarity.” 

The spiritual direction relationship is at the outset, a time to get to know each other. Each spiritual director and directee will use early sessions to discern with God whether you are a good fit for one another. If so, you will make a more formal commitment and agree to travel the spiritual direction path together.  

We want you to feel at ease and comfortable with the best spiritual director for you. True companionship works best when one is comfortable with the other. We will be happy to refer you to another member of our spiritual direction team if it turns out that you might fit better with another spiritual director.  

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Holy Listening will continue to offer a listening presence, Spiritual Direction, prayer support, and Rest and Renewal through these challenging times. 

 

I had Never Seen a Pastor Cry 

By David Burnet

John, a revered yet aging Pastor, was crying in the parking lot. It was the end of the day and nearly everyone had left. The parking lot was nearly empty, the smell of car fumes fading in the closing early evening light. I had just finished sweeping and was headed home.

And, I had never seen a grown man cry like this in such a public place, much less a Pastor. I was uncomfortable, embarrassed, and I had no idea what to do. And I could not look away, I was as fascinated as I was scared. No, I was more fascinated than scared.

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Companions on the journey to wholeness