"What do you say to an unbelieving friend who has a loved one who is dying? I am speechless, not knowing how to deal with the hard things in life. I may not have the arguments to "prove" God's existence. All I got is faith though some call me crazy for believing in something intangible, it's all I got. There is a peace in my heart and a joy in my soul when I choose to worship Christ, and I continiue to do it because the love I feel is more than I can bear to ignore." -Colin
What do you say to an unbelieving friend who has an unloved one who is dying? I didn't have the answer for that tonight, and haven't had the answer at all. As he told me and others around me of the latest news of his mom, all we could do was sit in silence. After a couple of minutes he begged us to break it. But what do you say when the one thing that you know will help him he isn't ready or willing to hear?
Wouldn't the silence speak louder than any words that can be said? Wouldn't it speak that there is nothing any one of us can do to fix it? Wouldn't it point him to the necessity of a Savior, the King of Kings who knows and understands his pain in ways we never can?
Why are we so quick to speak, to try to solve problems and offer words that harm rather than help? Or even toss out words that have no purpose? Can't we let the silence speak louder than any words ever will?
It seems that the incident tonight finally helped me to see part of what this past week and especially this weekend has entailed. And that is silence.
I find irony in the fact that tonight the silence both embraces me and comforts me and at the same time makes me a bit lonesome. There were so few words spoken this weekend and it was beyond refreshing. How good it is to sit in our Father's presence, for He is altogether lovely, altogether worthy of our praise and adoration!
As I write this, my apartment rings of boisterous noise by my roommates and visitors alike. I don't want their company tonight. I want to be wrapped in what the silence can bring and what God can do through it. He's already done so much. This is my time of restoration, renewal, and rest, and it will soon be coming to an end; I predict tonight will be the last night of rest. Then it's a time of preparation.
I've been fascinated with the birds flying above the hills outside my window over the past couple of days. They've been flying in place, and it's remarkable to watch. The wind catches them ever so in order that they barely have to flap their wings in order to be suspended in mid-air. All they have to do is keep their wings in the correct position in order that they may let the wind carry them. How this describes what God has been doing with me as of late...getting my heart inclined to Him in such a position that His breath of life will carry it, suspend it, embrace it. All I've had to do is remain in the position He wants me to be in.
And soon the winds will change and it will be time to fly, to soar around to the adventures that lay ahead. For once I think I'm not concerned with the destination but rather the journey. A walk with Jesus on the wild side. It should be quite a ride.
As for now? I'll let the silence embrace me and prepare to fly.
What do you say to an unbelieving friend who has an unloved one who is dying? I didn't have the answer for that tonight, and haven't had the answer at all. As he told me and others around me of the latest news of his mom, all we could do was sit in silence. After a couple of minutes he begged us to break it. But what do you say when the one thing that you know will help him he isn't ready or willing to hear?
Wouldn't the silence speak louder than any words that can be said? Wouldn't it speak that there is nothing any one of us can do to fix it? Wouldn't it point him to the necessity of a Savior, the King of Kings who knows and understands his pain in ways we never can?
Why are we so quick to speak, to try to solve problems and offer words that harm rather than help? Or even toss out words that have no purpose? Can't we let the silence speak louder than any words ever will?
It seems that the incident tonight finally helped me to see part of what this past week and especially this weekend has entailed. And that is silence.
I find irony in the fact that tonight the silence both embraces me and comforts me and at the same time makes me a bit lonesome. There were so few words spoken this weekend and it was beyond refreshing. How good it is to sit in our Father's presence, for He is altogether lovely, altogether worthy of our praise and adoration!
As I write this, my apartment rings of boisterous noise by my roommates and visitors alike. I don't want their company tonight. I want to be wrapped in what the silence can bring and what God can do through it. He's already done so much. This is my time of restoration, renewal, and rest, and it will soon be coming to an end; I predict tonight will be the last night of rest. Then it's a time of preparation.
I've been fascinated with the birds flying above the hills outside my window over the past couple of days. They've been flying in place, and it's remarkable to watch. The wind catches them ever so in order that they barely have to flap their wings in order to be suspended in mid-air. All they have to do is keep their wings in the correct position in order that they may let the wind carry them. How this describes what God has been doing with me as of late...getting my heart inclined to Him in such a position that His breath of life will carry it, suspend it, embrace it. All I've had to do is remain in the position He wants me to be in.
And soon the winds will change and it will be time to fly, to soar around to the adventures that lay ahead. For once I think I'm not concerned with the destination but rather the journey. A walk with Jesus on the wild side. It should be quite a ride.
As for now? I'll let the silence embrace me and prepare to fly.
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