Yesterday along with the Canterbury Club from Middle Georgia State College, I visited the Wat Lao Buddhist Temple in Atlanta. My intention as advisor to the club was to promote listening as a path to spirituality. I like the “Columban” (St. Colm Cille) posture promoted by our Bishop in Savannah, that of working or walking side-by-side, shoulders rubbing, rather than standing face-to-face to engage in a “let me tell you”. Answering questions is more suitable to me than a mission to “tell”; if asked a question it seems OK to attempt to make an answer. The barrier to spirituality might be this, that some people seek out opportunities for telling a lot about their religion, as if they have one, including a message about its “rightness”, and thereby leave no time for listening. It occurs to me that such attempts at telling a lot end up telling very little. It is a dry crust, a brittle shell. The wet kernel is never touched. Eventually, it is absent altogether. Telling the told answer to a math problem is not the same as knowing how to arrive at the answer oneself. Process trumps product. An a priori eagerness for telling or preaching leaves little time for questioning or thinking. Here today we looked at the model of a boat in front of the Wat Lao Temple and learning about the Buddhist concept of “the journey”. Involving thinking about Buddhist teachings. Meditation, letting go, centering. If preaching is a political act, and I think it is, then listening might be a spiritual one. So we did some of that today, and talked a lot about it over coffee later in the afternoon. So everyone took a bit of a ‘journey” today. And a long step toward authenticity. And had a good day.