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Centering Prayer Retreat

 

 

A 3 day taught retreat in the practice of Centering Prayer. 

Saturday October 2 2021 - Monday October 4 2021

Centering Prayer is a form of Christian silent contemplative prayer. This retreat is suitable for beginners in silent prayer, or for more experienced practitioners wishing to refresh their practice. 

The retreat will be held in the En Hakkore retreat centre in the hills above Waipiata in the Maniototo. There will be daily sessions of silent prayer, instruction and discussion. The venue is spacious and set in an expansive landscape. there will be some time for personal reflection. 

The cost is $175 per person which includes 2 nights accommodation and all meals.  

Since the beginning, following the example of Jesus, there has been a tradition of silent prayer in the Christian Church. Over the centuries this tradition faded from the popular view and became confined to monasteries. It was kept alive by a largely ignored, but never fading lineage of Christian contemplatives.   In the early 20th Century this forgotten treasure of Christian spirituality began a steady process of rediscovery by mainstream Christians, led by pioneers such as Evelyn Underhill and Thomas Merton.

In the mid-20th Century, Fr Thomas Keating, an American Trappist monk, developed the practice he called Centering Prayer. Drawing on his profound knowledge of Christian spiritual writers, and especially on the spiritual classic, “The Cloud of Unknowing”, Fr Thomas taught an easily accessible method for ordinary people to discover for themselves the riches of Christian contemplative prayer.

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