Spring is bursting out in all its glory, SHOUTING rebirth! What a welcome sight to see barren branches resembling sticks suddenly sprout colorful buds that eventually sculpt a majestic tree. What a welcome sight after the black, white and grey of winter to be greeted by a kaleidoscope of color enveloping us. But, sometimes, we are so focused on the majestic beauty bursting forth from meticulously manicured plots, that we miss the miracle of a tiny, maybe not so brilliant flower, quietly, but steadily, poking its way out of a pile of neglected weeds. Sometimes, we focus on the shouting and we miss the whisper.
We miss the whisper in so many areas of our lives. We Christians are currently rejoicing in one of our most significant celebrations — Easter, a time of spiritual rebirth and renewal. The Easter liturgy is my favorite of all and I have been known to sing the ALLELUIAS at the top of my voice while reveling in the trumpets, guitars and drums accompanying these choir alleluias. But, sometimes, I have been deeply moved and found peace in the quiet, meditative musical moments as well. As church goers, we have an almost endless opportunity for the joy and strength found in communal prayer and liturgy throughout the year. But, I have often found the most peace, come to grips with my own strengths and shortcomings and found a sense of direction from the time spent in the silence of space inhabited by only God and me. It’s in the silence, I hear the whisper. It’s in the silence I hear the beat of my inner soul. It’s in the silence I learn to walk in harmony with my soul.
Life, religious and secular, needs both noise and silence. Life needs balance between the two. Sit in the silence from time to time … hear the whisper … for the whisper speaks volumes more than the shouting.