Responding to the last post, Maria commented that she resists silence. Surely she is not alone.
Why do we resist?
Barton suggests that our "normal distractions...keep us out of touch with our interior world." Then she quotes Willard, who says, "Silence is frightening because it strips us as nothing else does, throwing us upon the stark realities of our life. It reminds us of death, which will cut us off from this world and leave only us and God. And in the quiet, what if there turns out to be very little between us and God?" (p.48)
This past weekend I had time to be more alone than usual, and I chose to go with it. I found myself feeling lonely. I was carrying some kind of sadness in my soul. Would I have noticed if I were distracted? Perhaps not. In my sadness, I found myself seeking God, leaning into His comfort. The sadness didn't really go away. But neither did the stark reality of my emotions leave me in despair.
In this way, I felt a strange hope. Not a happiness, surely not. But a hope. And that is a reality I can live with.
Red Berry on the Thorns photo, by L.L. Barkat.
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L.L.'s The Gift of Sadness