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When The Noise of The World Is Overwhelming

When The Noise of The World Is Overwhelming
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photo: Andrew E Weber

Oh, the world noise. I’m tongue-tied by it.

Weary of the resounding gongs and clanging cymbals. Tired of how I add to the cacophony.

God asks us to love Him and to love others (Matthew 22:38-39). It’s His most important thing, but is it my most important thing?

Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Is that how my love looks to the world? Not just to those in my house (as if I even love them this way) but to those next door, those in the next country, those who hold me, those who hurt me. Do I love my neighbor as the Samaritan loved?

Confused and weary, I’ve sat quieter.

Thankfully, God is in silence.

The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord. Look, the Lord is ready to pass by.” A very powerful wind went before the Lord, digging into the mountain and causing landslides, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the windstorm there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake, there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire, there was a soft whisper. When Elijah heard it, he covered his face with his robe and went out and stood at the entrance to the cave. All of a sudden a voice asked him, “Why are you here, Elijah?” (1 Kings 19:11-13).

Hush. Be still. Find God in silence. Then answer Him.

“Why are you here?”

One step towards love. One bunch of flowers from the garden for a neighbor. One phone call for the friend who is downtrodden. One prayer for the stressed out mom with a sick child.

Better to be silent than a chaotic gong or cymbal that makes us cover our ears.

Yet, it is best to be loud when we do have love.

And, if we don’t have love, who does?

We. Do. Have. Love.

God is LOVE.

So, speak your song of love, dear one. We need to hear that song.



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