I was going to do a post about quiet – as in the good kind.
When you have wild kids running around all the time, quiet is a sought-after
commodity. Quiet can be softly flowing streams and peaceful moonlit nights.
But sometimes quiet can be bad. For example, when you put
yourself out there - let’s just say,
writing a blog post or something random like that - and no one responds.
Crickets. Silence. Quiet. There’s nothing worse than an awkward, quiet pause
when you say something and it’s not received in the way you expected. The worst
is when God seems silent, and we get nothing from Him when we need it the most.
Today is the Saturday before Easter. Not Friday with all of
the commotion and tumult of the crucifixion. Not Sunday when Jesus conquered
death and hell by raising from the dead. But Saturday. Dead quiet Saturday. He
was just….gone. It was quiet. Can you imagine how they must have been grieving?
To have been walking and living beside Jesus and then to watch Him die? Surely
they must have wondered where God was. Why didn’t He intervene? Why didn’t He
comfort them? Did He care at all? They were in pain, and where was He? He was
silent. Quiet. Crickets.
You just want a shred of evidence that He’s there. And
there’s not one. That’s tough. That’s when it takes faith. I guess it wouldn’t
be faith if we could see the evidence. Maybe that’s why the verse says, “We
walk by faith, not by sight.”
That’s really hard for me. I don’t like it when He’s quiet.
I interpret silence on the other end as not caring. I am so bad at faith and
trust.
But what is the truth? We think He’s forgotten, but He’s
there. He’s been there all along.
That’s what we have to cling to. The truth. Not what it
feels like the truth is. But the truth itself. Over and over He tells us that
He is with us. Always. Even when there’s no indication that He is. That’s what
we have to hold on to. For dear life.
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There's a song by Barlow Girl that I love. I can't get it to post, so for now, I will just leave you with the lyrics that say it all....
"I cry out with no reply and I can't feel you by my side. So I'll hold tight to what I know...You're here...and I'm never alone."
I liked your take on Quiet. I, too, wonder about that Saturday. A good thought-provoking post. :-)
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