The Sounds of Silence

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By Michael Seagriff
Harvesting The Fruits of Contemplation (https://harvestingthefruitsofcontemplation.blogspot.com/)
1/9/2020 (4 years ago)

Published in Blog

Keywords: Adoration, Cardinal Robert Sarah, Eucharist, Night, Prayer, Silence, Stillness, The Power of Silence - Against The Dictatorship of Nise

It does not matter how young or old one is. There is no better feeling than allowing one's exhausted body to fall gently into the comforting embrace of a form fitting mattress and pillow.

O night, what a gift from God you are!

O darkness, how soothing and refreshing you can be!

It may take some time to let the instant replays of the joys and tribulations and the successes and failures of the day rumble through our minds, but they will. Then in the din of darkness and the silence of the night, sleep arrives.

For years, I treasured this great gift though sometimes fitfully so. I nary gave a thought to what might be happening while I slept. 

But all that changed when I was invited to get up at 2 AM on Friday mornings and spend some time with a Friend. I discovered then that the silence of the night had something compelling to offer trusting souls who would venture out into it. 

Silence, I was to learn, was often wasted on the sleeping!

In the silence of the night you can feel, hear and see things that often go unappreciated or unnoticed in the noisy daylight hours: the bitter bite of artic cold; the crackling of half frozen snow pounded upon by the weight of crushing boots; the piercing screams of a plastic scrapper chiseling off the thick ice cemented to a car's windshield and windows; the roar of a near frozen car engine attempting to turn over; the pure, white untrampled, virgin snow, awaiting the traffic of feet, car tires and snow plows, the blowing wind, the bright diamond-like stars pinned to the sky that loiters over us, the swiftly moving whishing clouds illuminated by the moon, the foot tracks of chilly rabbits seeking shelter from the cold, or a symphony of chirping birds.

But all these gifts were just a prelude to the Treasure I would encounter a mere quarter mile from my home. The drive there was quiet and quick. I had made this trip countless times before but never in the silence of the night. 

"In silence there is a collaboration between man and God."

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I entered the security code to access the interior of the Church. The entrance corridor to this Sacred Space was dark save for one very small light fixture that partially illuminated my path. When I opened the chapel door, I saw the flickering flame of the sanctuary lamp proudly proclaiming the presence of my loving Lord. 

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"I Thirst" were the words affixed to the front of the Tabernacle, letting me know that He, Who created me, was thirsting for my visit and my love. I opened the Tabernacle doors and fell to my knees. 

I looked at Him; He gazed back at me. A blanket of sacred stillness and silence wrapped Itself around me.

Not an audible syllable was uttered between us that night. Yet I ‽heard" His silent voice whispering to my heart. I knew from the peace that He showered upon me that He heard my soundless responses and pleas as well.

Two hearts - one Divine, the other human - talking silently in the night.

"We encounter God only in the eternal silence in which he abides. Have you ever heard the voice of God as you hear mine?

Listen to the sounds of silence!

[All italicized quotations are from The Power of Silence -- Against the Dictatorship of Noise by Robert Cardinal Sarah]

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