I’ve been eager to read Dark Night of the Soul since my interest piqued in Carmelite spirituality. St. John of the Cross is a staple of its teachings, and Dark Night is considered of his greatest works.
I didn’t expect it to hit so close to home quite so quickly.
The book is divided into two parts—Of the Night of Sense, and Of the Night of Spirit. The introduction says the former is easier for most to understand. This dark night is what many experience, but few pass through it and on to the spirit. The “dark night” is when one is spiritually coming out of the “honeymoon phase” of their relationship with God, and it starts to develop into something deeper.
As a convert, I understood this concept immediately. It’s the “what now?” stage. It’s the feeling that you’re not doing enough, not serving enough, or that you’re simply just not good enough overall. I wish I had known years ago that these feelings are normal (and there was an entire book about it!).
St. John of the Cross calls this process “coming out of the state of beginners.” These “beginners” in spirituality are like children, with all of children’s faults—they fall victim to spiritual gluttony, anger, and envy; they depend highly on feelings, then feel unworthy when those sweet Godly feelings aren’t there anymore. But that’s when it’s time to grow up. God starts to take them through the dark night, stripping away their dependency, similar to how a child is weaned from their parents.
It’s easy to get defensive over the title of “beginner.” I don’t want to be a beginner. I want to be the one who knows things. But in the case of spiritual matters, most of us are beginners. Not even all those who go through this dark night come out of it. St. Mother Theresa famously admitted to spiritual dryness for the vast majority of her life. But that doesn’t mean we’re not connected to God. It doesn’t make us lesser children; we’re not necessarily doing anything wrong. Just the fact that you think about God, and want to be closer to Him, means you’re still doing fine.
I read some sections over several times to grasp their meaning. I laughed at others, because it felt directed to me and me alone. As I move into reading of the Night of the Spirit, I don’t imagine I’ll understand all of it. It’s difficult to grasp something you haven’t experienced (yet?). But there’s comfort in the Night of the Sense, not because it’s at all comforting—it can actually be very difficult—but because God is still there, guiding you, even if you don’t feel it at times.
