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Monk in the World Guest Post: Debby Bellingham

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission for the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Debby’s Bellingham reflection, “Elevator Pitch.”

“You need a memorable tag line,” adamantly declared one presenter. Another concurred, “You need to have your elevator pitch ready.”

I naively attended a national Christian writer’s conference expecting instruction on honing my craft. Instead, I learned what I needed to do to become a “super blogger.” I didn’t really want to be a super blogger, but they knew better than me, they were published and recognized authors. The world needed my voice, they preached, and how could it find me unless my blog gained an impressive platform, with thousands of followers. So I diligently set out to write a sentence or two that communicated who I was, what I write, why I write it and to whom I write that deliverable in the time it would take to ride an elevator to the second floor.

And got nowhere. All my attempts, which were many, felt canned, cramped, inauthentic. I gave up on it and contented myself with my narrow, but deep influence on the 150 or so followers who had found me.

Until one day while trolling through facebook I came across a video someone had posted. (Sorry I cannot give credit to the post-er, or the video itself. I’ve tried to find it since with no luck.) The video was of a business consultant who worked with companies and organizations helping them motivate and increase their employees productivity and morale. “Don’t ask a person what they do, that will give you the flat, specific, boring details of their work situation. Instead ask them why they do what they do. This question engages their cherished dreams, their most valued hopes and most important relationships.”

So I asked myself, Debby, why do you write what you write? The answer descended like the fire at Pentecost. “I wake up every morning eager to hear God’s voice of love and then share it through my life, my writings and my words.” Bingo! I still smile when I repeat that phrase. It’s an answer to all the demands of an elevator pitch and beyond that gives me energy, focus and informs not only my writing but all the actions of life. It is my monk’s rule!

I almost live a monastic life. My husband and I recently moved from a 900 sq foot condominium in the heart of San Francisco, to a two acre farm in the Hudson Valley of New York. I wake each morning and eagerly await God’s voice of love. I encounter it in the quiet of our home before anyone else is awake. The scripture I read, the songs I sing, alternately whisper or shout “God is here, God sees, God cares, God needs you.” My journal pages capture the heartbeat of God’s love and I often share it with the world through my blog. My dogs greet me with great affection, presumptuously finding their way onto the center of my lap. What wonderful reminders of the welcome that awaits me in the lap of my loving God. My husband joins me and we enjoy companionable coffee, share our plans for the day and I recall the companionship of the Trinity.  The constant changing of my garden teaches me almost all of what I need to understand about the spiritual life.

Trained in the Ignatian mode of Spiritual Direction, I am particularly fond of Imaginative prayer, putting myself in the gospel story, becoming one of or interacting with the characters. Such a prayer practice evokes deep and often hidden beauty and wounds within my soul. Once while praying with the gospel account of Jesus preaching to the crowds while standing on Peter and Andrew’s fishing boat, I was prompted to “be the boat.”

I felt such humble gratitude that Jesus would use me as his platform for speaking of God’s love. I basked in the joy of that privilege for quite some time. And when Jesus invited Peter and Andrew to become fishers of men, and they then left their boats and followed him, such an anger erupted within me. “What, you’re going to leave me behind.” I never knew there was such pride hidden within my heart. This prayer shed light upon it and allowed me to welcome my need to be needed into the loving and healing presence of God. I can now more easily rejoice in God’s creative use of all kinds of people and things to communicate his great love for the world. Me included!

My parish may be small, but I am its pastor. And the more I let myself be loved, the more loving I become. It’s my life’s journey.  It is how I am a monk in the world.


Debby Bellingham lives with her husband and dogs in the Hudson Valley of New York. She’s a psychotherapist, a spiritual director, author and friend. Read her blog at www.thementoredlife.com and her daily prayer at her MentoredLife Facebook page.

 

 

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3 Responses

  1. I really enjoyed reading this humble and extravagant expression…thank you! <3

    1. Charissa, Thank you for reading my expression and letting me know how you experienced it. Blessings on you. I’m with you on the journey. Debby

      1. I just sooo related to what you said about other people telling you to get out there and hustle hustle HUSTLE!!! I write poetry and make illustrations for them, and people constantly tell me YOU NEED TO GET THESE PUBLISHED!!!

        And in my alarm and “oh! Oh! OH!” sort of reaction, my lil poem-es-s just swim away like lil fishies and I am left with the clear pool and my own reflection, and pish POSH!! That is just no fun!

        I far more prefer those early mornings, quiet, still, when they just float down and whimsically flit and flirt and tickle my nose and if I just be quiet, well then they happily run out onto the paper…but goodness, to TRY and write something “SO IT CAN GET PUBLISHED” (the stentorian judgey voices sing), well it just doesn’t give that satisfying click.

        You simply voiced it so well…it was and is very meaningful to me and I am inspired and encouraged to keep on dancing with the fairy muses as they choose to come.