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When everthing falls apart and our prayers seem to go unanswered, we have entered a place where words give way to silence. Even scripture can seem foreign. Silence become the most honest language.
A minister lost his wife to cancer. It closed him down. He coudn't teach or preach. He lost his words. He said that while he was grateful to everyone who ministered to him, the people he remembers best are the ones who had no words, no answers. He calls them "the silent comforters," and that they were truer mediators of God that the visitors who tried to ease his grief with words.
Silence might be God's truest language. And when we find ourselves lost for words, untouched by words, it might not be our faith that we have lost. It might simply be that we are shifting into a different level of faith. It might be that we are being moved closer to the Word of Life that begins and ends in silence.
From silence God does a new thing. The gospels point this out. For John, the Word ushers from the silence at the beginning of creation. For Luke, it is the silence of poor old Zechariah, struck dumb by the angel Gabriel for doubting that Elizabeth could bear a child. For Matthew, it is the awkward silence between Joseph and Mary when she tells him her prenuptual news, and for Mark it is the voice of one crying in the wilderness - the long forgotten voice of prophecy punctuating the silence of the desert and of time. Silence was the backdrop against which the Word began to be heard.
Silence is stark. In silence we are left with our own longing. And when our longing for wholeness, for love, for God is the only remnant of faith we have, our longing becomes our prayer.
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