Everything God Has Asked You to Do

We were ready to hit the backroads and leave the interstate behind, so we headed southeast out of Lexington on US-68. The travel guide recommended it as a route that “takes you through Kentucky’s Bluegrass region of rolling hills and scenic pastures highlighted by miles of black and white planked fences, horse barns that look like mansions, and tobacco fields.”

We were ready to hit the backroads and leave the interstate behind, so we headed southeast out of Lexington on US-68. The travel guide recommended it as a route that “takes you through Kentucky’s Bluegrass region of rolling hills and scenic pastures highlighted by miles of black and white planked fences, horse barns that look like mansions, and tobacco fields.”

It was all of that and more. We feasted on the scenery, but the best part, for us, was time spent at the Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill. We ended up staying for the balance of the day and have since returned—not a given when your starting point is Seattle. But it captivated our hearts, imagination and, even, souls.

Guides in Shaker clothing led us past tidy garden rows and through barns and buildings, recreating the life of the mid-19th century Shaker community that once thrived there, a community of more than 500. There were moments away from the tour group that were ours alone. Standing beneath an expanse of blue sky, my feet firmly planted on the earth, I felt compelled to slip out of my sandals and curl my toes in the grass, to feel its coolness and ground myself in the solid strength beneath. I did so to make it all more real, to fix it in memory, but also out of reverence, the conviction that this had once been holy ground and I could sense it still was.

Such was my introduction to the Shaker experiment. I read up a good deal and fell in love with the songs, the furniture, the work ethic, the simplicity. Mostly, I was entranced by a vision of God and of God’s kingdom that was based on radical equality for all. It was more than a concept; it was a way of life, an island of gender and racial equality deep in the American South of the Civil War era. As pacificists, they did not fight in the war, but offered nursing, food, and refuge to soldiers of both sides who came to them. In a slave-holding state, they quietly purchased slaves as they could afford and then freed them, many of whom stayed to live and work among them as equals. Leadership was shared equally between men and women, who lived celibate lives in separate quarters. They took in orphans and children left on their doorstep to raise, with the caveat that they were free to leave when they came of age. Their quiet industry, the quality of their produce and goods, the schooling they offered, and the authenticity of their lives so won the respect of their neighbors that they were not harassed for holding views contrary to the world around them.

I remember a feature of their Meeting Hall, used for worship. It had drop-down benches around the sides to serve for extra seating. In a time before ambient sound, the songs and stomping of their Sunday worship would resound across the Kentucky hills inviting neighbors to come and see. The benches were there to accommodate the onlookers as the Shakers chanted and marched in praise, the movement that gave rise to their name.

Alas, their numbers steadily diminished after the industrial revolution took away the market for hand-crafted goods, and the celibate lifestyle impacted the prospect of new members. By the early 20th century numerous communities were failing and closing. By 1992, all had closed except one remaining community in Sabbathday Lake, Maine.

A dear friend of mine and gentle soul, Fr. Ward Oakshott, once had the good fortune to visit there, many years ago. At the end of a day marked with deep conversation, shared meals, silence, and prayer, Fr. Ward found himself sitting in a rocker on the front porch with Sr. June and Sr. Frances, the only two remaining Shaker women. Perhaps, as he tells it, he sighed too deeply, for Sr. Frances leaned toward him and inquired, “What stirs your soul, my friend?” Encouraged by the depth of the day’s conversation and by the felt bond of friendship in that summer’s eve, he dared give voice to the sadness he harbored.

“It must be hard to see a way of life end,” he gently offered.

In the waning light, he could faintly make out the smile that played on Sr. Frances’ lips as she rocked gently.

“Not if you’ve done everything God has asked you to do,” she spoke in sweet satisfaction.

Not if you’ve done everything God has asked you to do.

Both Fr. Ward and Sr. Frances have since come to the end of their days. My sense of each is that they were able to say that they had, as best they could, done everything God had asked them to do. I expect their last journey was truly homeward and joy-filled.

Fr. Ward’s story and Sr. Frances’ words have stayed with me. They help me measure my days, setting both a lofty goal and a low bar. To somehow do all that God asks of you is, indeed, an exalted ambition. Even as we know how unattainable that may be, the desire to do so creates a heartfelt and endless desire to strive in that regard. It is the enactment of Matthew 5:48 to “be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect.”

But to focus and desire only that which God asks of me? To not be distracted by the opinions and judgments of others, not even my own? Nothing more? Nothing less? This creates a world of possibility, places everything within the circle of my doing. There is nothing God will ask me to do without also providing the means. It is an invitation to live in the perfect confidence of Ps 62:1 “In God alone I place my trust.”

Have I done everything God has asked me to do?

This question serves for me like a balance pole as I walk the daily tightrope of life. It serves as both a mantra for the day—is this what you ask of me, God?—and an examen for the evening: did I do what you asked, God?

And in true Shaker spirit, it strips away all that is unneeded, fanciful, and distracting. “’Tis a gift to be simple.”

—Written by Kathleen Kichline. Used by permission from the author.


5 Responses

  1. Always loved the history of the Shakers and have visited the Shaker Village in Canterbury, NH where I did read that the woman who founded the sect considered herself on equal footing with God. I do not remember if Jesus Christ fit into the picture either and felt as lovely as they were and the wonderful examples they gave, they were not headed to a joyous hereafter.

  2. Hi Kathleen,
    My family is from New England . In Maine, we know exactly where this Shaker farm is located.
    I also grew up in Massachusetts where yet another Shaker farm is located. Hancock Shaker Village is a working farm.
    Growing up with the Shakers as distant neighbors embedded in me a ‘live simply’ lifestyle. I’ve embraced it for decades and it has served me well in this stressful world.
    Thank you for sharing your story. Yes, is this what you’ve asked of me Lord.
    I love the musical piece, ‘Simple Gifts ‘ which I once played on my flute for a wedding.
    Blessings Kathleen!

  3. I want to do what God has asked me to do before I leave this earth. Therefore, I will ask before I start my day, " God, what do you want me to do today?" and the in evening, " God, have I done what you have asked me to do? I am so grateful that you shared this story; it is indeed a blessing to me.

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