I Am Not Hamlet

Here's the second (and final) post I've written for Ignatian Solidarity Network and their Lenten devotional blog.  Thanks again to Ken Homan. We're more than half-way through Lent.  If you've come this far...you can make it.

The following link will take you to the Renewing the Face of the Earth Lenten devotional series.  It's an arm of the Ignatian Solidarity Network .   Here's my contribution.  I've got another entry due in another week or so.  Let me know what you think.

     Among the many topics my spiritual director and I discuss, we always return to prayer.  That should be obvious for anyone who knows anything about spiritual directors or anyone who practices a spiritual or religious life.  The discussion turned to speaking in tongues because I think I talk too much when I pray.  I can't shut that nous up, as the Eastern Orthodox sorta say.      Having grown up Pentecostal, speaking in tongues was de rigueur for most of the services I attended--I think I was 15 or 16 years old when I first "spoke" this way myself.  For the next few years I used this gift without knowing much about it.  Mind you, I wasn't the guy yelling in tongues all the time (I don't think I've ever yelled in that language) nor was I the interpreter--I haven't been graced with that charism.  Part of the problem was it wasn't  explained much in my circles--you just did it, if you had it.  If you did...