Capernwray Thoughts: Part 7 and 8

Part 7

 There was a travel weekend where everyone went away. I was looking forward to a relaxing time on my own, watching movies and reading, though I was a little worried about how I might react, being alone for so long after being with my roommates all the time. But I had confidence in how much I had changed and grown. The weekend started out great but then I got some very bad news from home and suddenly I was alone in my room, dealing with this news.

 For a moment, everything I had learned, all the growing up I had done, seemed to be stripped away from me and I felt thrown back to square one, once again the person I was when I was at home. I had no one to go to and everything felt so entirely hopeless.

Desperately, I went out to walk the Loop and sit with God by the pond, just to try and calm down. It was steadily growing darker but I walked as quickly as I could out to the pond, tears pouring down my face. And I sat by the pond for a long time, mind racing at all the possible bad things that could happen and then suddenly the strangest calm filled me, the “peace that passes all understanding”. I’ve never felt anything quite like that before or since, just complete peace when I should have been freaking out. It was such a cool moment of God taking care of me, especially when there was no one else around. (Later on I heard more news about the bad news and it wasn’t as bad as was first thought.)

Part 8

 Christmas break was where The Change happened. All of first term, I was shy and dealing with a lot of personal things with God and I found it difficult to talk with a lot of people. Participating in the group events was also hard but I see now that during first term, that was alright because I had a lot of inner growth to do first.

 At Christmas break, almost everyone went travelling or went home. About 60 of us stayed on at the Hall to work, which I chose to do (I didn’t think I’d survive that many plane trips back and forth). All the female volunteers got moved to The Zoo, a fantastically magical place where new friendships were made and a good many movies and computer games happened.

 It was my first Christmas being away from my family and I knew it was going to be hard. I knew I would have to rely closely on God every single moment to get me through, to provide for every little thing. And the awesome thing was that He totally did.

 The one event that sticks out the most to me from that time was a few days into the break. I was feeling very lonely and was sitting on my bed, journaling and praying. I was going to write “God, I’m feeling really lonely right now” but I had just gotten to writing “God, I’m feeling really” when all of a sudden, two friends I had only really talked to a day before or so peeked around the corner and sat down and we talked for ages, laughing and just having a good time. After that, the three of us hang out a lot and I made two very good friends who I am so thankful for.

 Surprisingly, that was one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had. Sure, I had to do work in the kitchens and I was far away from my family and it was nothing like my idea of Christmas but it was so much fun. We played a computer game for four hours that afternoon, alternately laughing and screaming and then later we served the guests and had an awesome Christmas party. And that was my Christmas, nothing like I imagined but maybe even better.

 And Christmas break was where I changed. First term was where I dealt with inward things and the break was when I shifted from this shy anxious little girl to a social, energetic woman. It was way easier for me to socialize with my classmates because there were less of them around and my courage grew. By the time everyone else came back, I was able to socialize with everyone. I was running around all the time from one person to the other, hanging out, going on adventures and I felt like a completely different person, the person I really was supposed to be.

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 5 and 6

Part 5

 One of the fantastic things about being in the English countryside are the sheep. The Bible talks about sheep so often and the deep meanings are lost on us because we just don’t know anything about sheep. Sheep scare really easily and often without an apparent reason. Sheep are constantly in need of food or other simple necessities. Sheep often feel the need to wander around in places where it’s not safe just because hey, why not.

 It is a little humbling to see the similarities between us and sheep. Something that was hilarious to see was when one sheep would suddenly start running across the field and then another would see this and follow. Within seconds, the entire herd would be stampeding like fluffy marshmallows from one end of the field to another for no reason other than the fact that one sheep was doing it. I know for sure that people do this too and it’s just as ridiculous a sight.

 The hilarity of sheep aside, it was very powerful to see the sheep reacting to their shepherd. I was just starting my walk one day when a truck drove down the path. Before the man even stopped the vehicle, sheep from all over the vast field ran as quickly as they could to the fence, just to be near him. This sight brought tears to my eyes as I thought of myself running to Jesus for comfort and love, the scene before me making it more real.

 As soon as the shepherd showed up, everything around them was forgotten and their focus was completely on him. If he walked somewhere, the huge flock would struggle to follow, pushing and shoving to be closest. I saw the shepherds out there in all sorts of weather too and I just couldn’t believe their devotion to these stupid, thankless animals.

 When spring arrived, the lambs began to appear and I saw even more pictures of God’s love for us in them. I remember one day when it was super windy and I was struggling to get my walk done as quickly as possible. As I walked up the path, I saw a large sheep lying in the field, its back to me. It looked at me with a watchful eye, deemed me as no threat and then looked away. I kept walking but then looked back at the sheep and was startled to see a lamb curled up beside the sheep, completely blocked from the wind and sleeping peacefully. God said, “Hey look, that’s like you and me.”  

 It was really fun watching the lambs, how playful they were and how unaware of danger they were. I had several lambs come up to me one time and play tag until their mother bleated at them. The lambs were just so small and helpless, yet so fearless too. It was interesting to compare them to their mothers, who were so scared all the time and it was sad seeing the lambs grow up into fear.

 Another time, I was with my roommates and one of them had a bag of something. They quickly discovered that if they shook the bag, the sheep would think it was the shepherd with a bag of food and some would come running. Imagine their disappointment and confusion when they realized they had been led astray. I couldn’t help but think about when we chase after idols and how empty it leaves us, every time.

Part 6

 We had an open mic night one time and once again, I was reminded that I had to be brave, open up and just do stuff for my time at Capernwray to be fully useful. So I signed up to read a poem. I remember the meal before the event; I ate half a hotdog and then knew I didn’t dare eat anything else. My nervousness always sits in my stomach. By the time I was sitting in the Stable where the event was held, I was shaking from nervousness.

 At this point in my stay, still in first term, I wasn’t outgoing at all and only really hung out with my roommates. I hadn’t even spoken to half the people in the Stable then and though I had practiced my poem over and over, I kept imagining what a fool of myself I was going to make. Yet I knew that I just had to do this, for some reason. My writing was very important to me and sharing it was a good thing to do.

 I was the first one up and though I shook like mad, I somehow pulled myself together, even shushed the audience before starting. And it went so well! That was the first big crazy thing that I did at Capernwray and it was one step of many to The Change that would occur later on at Christmas break. 

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 3 and 4

Part 3

 I had a lot of stuff I hadn’t told anyone, coming from two years of hurt and darkness. One of our first assignments was to write our testimony and present it to our Family Group. Now I knew that for my time in England to be fully useful, I would have to share and be open so I could grow. My roommates made all that just a little bit easier, especially on one day where we all shared our testimonies with each other for practice.

 Something I learned that day was that all those things about ourselves that we hide, in fear of being seen as different or just too broken, are, first of all, ridiculously common in everyone. Because I had always hid all my problems inside where no one could see, I felt that my problems were rare and so, un-healable. But when I opened up to others, I saw that others had the same hurts and I was in no way alone in my struggles. And that was such a great comfort, bringing hope and the impossible possibility of healing.

 Secondly, just the very act of bringing those hurts and struggles into the light where others can see them took away the power of those hurts. Sharing me, my entire self, brokenness and all was so utterly freeing and the chains those hurts had placed on me broke. If you bring your darkness into the light, it weakens and loses its hold over you. After being such a solitary person, this was one of the first good things about community that I learned and it made me want to continue being in community.

Part 4

 I think one of my all-time favourite things about Capernwray was the Loop. It was a path that looped all around the countryside, going by pond and a river and numerous fields with sheep in them. I first explored the Loop with my roommates on one of the first days but later on I started a habit of walking the Loop right after lunch. It was my alone time, where I could just talk with God, listen to music, and sometimes I brought a notebook along to write poems. I’d vigorously walk the whole thing or sit by the river or the pond and just….be. Our days at Capernwray were packed with lectures, duties and socializing, which were all wonderful. But to balance all that out, I had about an hour or so of just being, out in nature with God.

 My walk became so important to me, time away from people. I’ve always heard God better when I’ve been out in nature simply because it’s easier to hear and see Him in what He’s made and the English countryside was perfect. A good many poems were inspired by my walk and it also gave me time to process all the things I was learning in lectures. The lesson I learned from my walk was actually taught by one of our lecturers.

 He told a story about a relative of his who had a chair. Every morning, this relative sat in that chair with his Bible and a pen in hand and sat with God for an hour. Every morning. That chair was special, marked as a sacred space for just him and God. The lecturer concluded with the question “What is your chair?” My “chair” was my walk on the Loop every day and since being back, I realize I need to consciously find a new “chair” and keep up a routine, because hanging out with God is not something you can just do in a few minutes.

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 1 and 2

 Finally, after four months of being home, I've start writing a Capernwray Memoir. I'll be posting it in pieces so that it's easier to read (and I'm not done yet anyway).

Part 1

 Funny to think it’s already been four months since I got home from England. I was living at Capernwray Hall, which was my sanctuary for six all too quickly passing months. I vaguely remember when I decided to go there after High School; it was in the later half of grade twelve and it was a dark time. The pressure of having a “next step” was greater than ever and though I had several half hearted ideas, each one made my stomach turn and I just wanted to hide from Reality.

 Spiritually and mentally I was very sick, just worn out and ready to move on from High School but I had no place to move on to. Old hurts kept coming up, never leaving my mind and I felt ready to just burst out of my skin and flee what my life had become. I think it was my dad who finally mentioned Capernwray, a Bible school in England. And as I thought about it, my stomach didn’t turn and going there just seemed right. In desperation I sent in my application without any backup plans in case that failed and a part of me never quite doubted that I would make it. The acceptance letter filled me with equal amounts of excitement and horror.

 The fact that I was going to England became a light at the end of the tunnel for me and helped me make it through the rest of grade twelve. The summer leading up to my departure was filled with many ups and downs, with dread of leaving what I knew and the yearning to leave behind a lot of broken relationships. Never once did I question whether this was the right thing to do, just if I was able to do it and yet every time I started going down that line of thinking, God popped up and said “Hey, that’s where I want you to go and I am going to make it happen. So calm down.”

Part 2

 When the plane took off and we began to go up and away from my home, I was completely struck by one ridiculous and delightful thought; “I’m fleeing the country and all my problems, which have haunted me for so long, can’t follow. They just aren’t allowed.” Suddenly all my problems weren’t in my face and I didn’t have to pay them any mind. They weren’t nearly as big as I had made them out to be.

 I was already beginning to change, even on that plane ride and despite being fearful about the trip, I knew that great things were ahead of me and fear wasn’t going to rule over me. I travelled with three other girls who were also going, which was a comfort (because I would have gotten so lost otherwise). When the plane landed and we taxied to the train station, I was feeling good and very brave.

 We had to wait at the train station for a few hours and ended up buying some food at a café. Within twenty minutes of eating a sandwich, I was more nauseous than I’ve ever been before without throwing up. My stomach and I have never gotten along and when it begins to act up, it makes me panic a little and feel utterly helpless. Desperately I prayed over and over again for God to just calm my stomach because I couldn’t lie in the London train station forever.

 However, after one desperate bribery prayer (“I swear, God, if you calm my stomach down, I’ll be so good from now on. PLEASE.”), God said “I promised I’d get you there.” And that was about it. Needless to say, my over active imagination provided all sorts of scenarios where I would just die there in the bathroom or that perhaps I had a rare incurable disease. My hope and joy was demolished in seconds and I was miserable.

 My thoughts jump to the car ride from the train station to the Hall. I remember even as we drove down the narrow winding roads and I wanted nothing more than to die that I looked back at my day and realized I had made it. God had brought me to England, to this castle that I would come to love as my second home, where all these fantastic things would happen. The sight of the castle coming into view in the darkness brought such relief.

  Now that I think about it, the fact that my stomach was so off kept me from being nervous about meeting my roommates. I’ve never had to share a room in my life and I am one who appreciates her own space and before the trip, I had been concerned about sharing a room with lots of other people who I might not get along with. But at ten at night, completely jet lagged and not having eaten anything in seven hours, all I wanted was to meet the roommates and then go to sleep.

 I think so fondly of Room 12, Conference Hall. The first night, it was like a cold, inhospitable hotel room, very nice and clean but very impersonal. Within a week, I think we made it the most personal room of all. I could not have asked for better roommates. We were all delightfully introverted, and so we were able to be extroverts with each other, making getting to know one another really easy. I was worried about not being able to relate with any of them and yet I found myself relating with each one in different and awesome ways.