Does God Hear Our Silence?
How to find the Light in the darkness.
The silence of today’s world is deafening. Little goes unsaid, and yet, so much remains unheard. Like the star-strewn sky that glitters endlessly yet does not create a sound, so much of what we produce is glitter alone, empty and barren of meaning. We rage against the machines; we shout and protest in raucous demonstrations; we commit violence against each other every single day, yet little of this rage and discord generates anything positive, and nothing changes.
“Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”- Macbeth
Our Hollow Realm
Truly we are blessed. We live in a time where our abundance is abundant. Where we can sit in the comfort of our homes and look upon distant worlds. We can explore the vast cosmos and the depths of the ocean from our living rooms. The infinite splendor of the mysteries of life can be viewed from our dining room table. Time itself has begun to unravel as we gaze billions of years into the past through creations of our own genius.
Yet the silence remains.
Life on this remarkable, fragile planet has changed very little since the ages when fear and superstition ruled our lives. Babes still shiver in the cold. Bellies are still empty. Diseases still ravage. Greed and avarice still overrule compassion. Horrors of abuse and neglect fill the dark corners and avenues of every city, every village, every forgotten space. We walk in blindness, unable….or unwilling…to see the shadows surrounding us.
Closing in. Stifling. Suffocating.
We Have Not Been Abandoned
Long ago a pure, bright light filled the consuming darkness. A light that reached into the shadows to gather us into its glow. It shone its luminance over the deceitful and innocent alike, warming all and illuminating the path.
It shines still.
It shimmers in the bleakness we’ve clung to, waiting for us to draw close; shedding its light so we might see. See how the technologies we’ve created have not brought us together, but separated us further than we’ve ever been before. See how we live in a world where we can condemn without speaking a single word and dismiss the cries echoing around us without ever truly listening.
Still, the light is shining. Beckoning us. Reminding us of all the things we’ve forgotten.
How to give of ourselves rather than take. How to care for each other instead of shaming, bullying, abusing. How to uplift instead of tear down. How to share with those who have little, and draw close those who have been pushed far away.
Our Neon Gods
Once, we built incredible architectural wonders in honor of our God. We bowed and we prayed each day without fail, at every meal and at our getting up and lying down. We labored for years and even centuries to construct places where we could fellowship with the Lord.
Now, we spend hundreds of millions of dollars constructing sports stadiums, casinos, nightclubs, and other such places where worshiping God is the last thing on our minds. We spend endless hours manicuring grass and sand, devouring thousands of fertile acres that could produce enough to fill the empty bellies. We build and pave countless miles so we can worship the gods of profit and greed, rather than housing our homeless and sheltering the poor.
“The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls and
In tenement halls”- Paul Simon
Who Are Our Prophets?
Our children are our future and they speak loudly in the consuming silence. They spread their message of hope despite the political ambitions and duplicity that fill their world. Youths like Greta Thunberg, Isra Hirsi, and many others stand up to remind us of what we’ve lost sight of, even though the warnings fill our news every day.
Warning about children shooting children. Protestors murdering in the name of freedom. Genocides quietly decimating behind the shield of propaganda. While hatred and intolerance are glorified, the divisions among us grow wider. Darker.
And the silence continues to strangle. Intimidate. Devastate.
It’s Not Too Late
In this season of light, there is an opportunity. A chance to make a lasting change. A moment when we can fill the silence with joy instead of tears; with love, not hatred.
Love came into the world to draw us close. To remind us how very precious we are and to show us how to speak into the silence. Love came into the world to teach us how to love, through giving without the thought of gain and through accepting without prejudice.
Love still speaks in the shadows, whispering into the silence, waiting for us to hear. To remember the love within all of us. To recognize our brother and our sister in the stranger on the street and draw them close. To recall just how sweet it is …
Perhaps this year.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, “The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls”
And whispered in the sound of silence
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