It has taken me a long time to name a nagging frustration I've had in my journey of spiritual formation over this past decade, and I am only now, a year after graduation from the Institute for Spiritual Formation, able to fumble around with an initial conclusion.
Following Paul's adage in Ephesians 4 that much of the spiritual life can be imagined metaphorically as an 'undressing of the old man' (taking off a set of clothes that has become dirtied) and a 're-dressing of the new man' (putting on a fresh pair of clothes still warm from the dryer), much of my training throughout ISF and in any other avenues I have explored within the realm of spiritual formation has almost exclusively focused on the necessity of 'putting off' or a deconstructive/purgative approach to exposing the false self to the loving, transformative presence of God in us. Having served as a spiritual director now for three years, the vast majority of my training was in helping Christ-followers become aware of their false self in relation to who they truly are in Christ, moving into awareness (and then hopefully transformative growth) with the Holy Spirit.
The problem I have is with that word hopefully.