It's a loud loud world.

With the bravery of the fellowship of the ring we trudged up the mountain. It was an unusually sunny day, and there was a pleasant kind of breeze that played with my hair, and made the world seem like an adventure. At the top of the hill, we climbed on top of an outcropping of rocks called "Pulpit-Rock", and plopped down for a picnic. We laughed, and stuffed our faces with sandwiches and chips and apple cider, and talked into a happy oblivion. Then there came a moment where we were all quiet. Just looking around at all the beauty, and breathing it in like oxygen for our souls. You could see around 50 miles from where we were. Really. I'm not exaggerating. I could see all the way from Monument to Peublo. The landscape stretched out beneath us like a patchwork quilt, and through it ran the highway. It was strangely lovely. The ever flowing river of cars and trucks. And then I noticed something...The sound of the highway. I almost didn't notice it before, my ears were so used to the constant song of the freeway, but all of the sudden I became keenly aware of it. And it hit me like a car-pun intended-My ears are so accustomed to the sound of the freeway, that I wouldn't know what the world would sound like without it. That I didn't really know what silence sounded like. I don't really know what silence sounds like.

It made me think of this story....

The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”


Elijah goes to the mountain to find God, with questions for Him. He waits and waits. All these LOUD things happen. But God wasn't in any of those. God was in the gentle whisper. 

Sometimes I feel like Elijah. I wait for God, to talk to Him. I listen and listen, but I can't hear him in all the loud things, whether it be the freeway, or conflicting ideas, or people and their problems, or my own hurts and struggles and worries... God is not loud. He is almost frustratingly quiet. Yet the world around us is loud. Just think about the freeway. There's nowhere I can go to be silent. There's always noise. Sometimes it feels like God is the quietest thing in all the world.

I thought about that as I sat on Pulpit Rock, with the hum of the freeway in my ears. I wondered if I could really hear God if I could ever be in a place that was silent. It seems sometimes like the hum of the world is to loud to hear the gentle whisper. But then I thought of the strangest thing... I'm glad that God is sometimes silent. It can be comforting. When all the world rages with noise and calamity, God is the quiet voice. When everyone screams oppinions and ideas, God is constant and still. When I can barely move in my cacophony of confusion, God is hushed.

Sometimes, God is even silent.

But I find comfort in that silence, because I know that God didn't come in the wind, God didn't come in the earthquake, God didn't come in the fire... But He comes in the still small voice.

So there you have it. There are my thoughts. I want to encourage you, oh ever vast world of bloggers, that if you ever feel like God is silent, rest in that silence. God will come, but it may be after the wind and earthquake and fire. Make places in your life to listen to the silence, apart from the deafening roar of the world. Sometimes, God speaks to us through silence.

I'll leave you with this song...

Love and all that,