
Do we give enough attention to the silence…the silence that
hovers around our hearts…the silence that goes deep, deeper than words…the
silence that is the silence of God?
Silence speaks, does it not? The
silence of God is the Word of God.
Today’s first reading at Mass is from the first book of
Kings and it is one that I love. Elijah is at Horeb, the mountain of God. He is in a cave, a shelter…then, the Lord God
tells him to go and “stand on the mountain of the Lord for the Lord will be
passing by” (1Kings 19:12). We can already assume that Elijah hears the
voice of the Lord speaking…that is, he has come to ‘know’ that voice when it is
speaking to him. So the story continues:
Elijah is standing outside the cave and waiting for the Lord to pass by. There is a strong wind, but God is not in the
wind. After the wind comes an earthquake
but God is not in the earthquake. Notice
all this drama – each scene is poignant with excitement…first, wind and then an
earthquake. Next comes fire but God is
not in the fire. What will come
next? We all might be shaking a little
with fear! Surprisingly, what comes next
is a “tiny whispering sound”. And Elijah
knows that this is the Presence of
God. Do we listen enough…deep enough to
the “tiny whispering sound”? Other translations give us other still other
expressions of how God speaks or passes before our hearts: in the New
Revised Standard: ‘a sound of sheer silence’; in the Hebrew bible, Tanakh, ‘a soft murmuring sound’.
Br. Christophe, as he begins his journal in the summer of
1993, faces a blank sheet and he is aware that what he will write will ask of
him an opening…an on-going opening of his heart so that he can hear the
pulsating heart of Christ, and his words of life. Christophe writes: “You present the page to
me. How can I utter you?” (Born From the Gaze of God, p.5). I find this so moving and fresh: the longing
to hear, to listen, to receive what the Lord wants to utter in this present
moment. Christophe continues:
“To write just
what has to be said
To
obey the unknown words
today
not
to close my heart
to
consent to the opening
that
obliges me” (p.5).
To receive the ‘tiny whispering sound’ means that our heart
is open, not closed…that we must consent to the opening if we are to utter the
word of God…to utter his life and presence in our lives. Then, Christophe pens these words: “I am the
servant-scribe. I shall obey the law of
your mouth. I shall write your silence. Without translating. If anyone has ears, let him hear” (p.5). Servant-scribe…writing the silence of
God…what a beautiful way to describe an essential part of the monastic
journey! This is the level of listening,
of presence, of attention, of a wide-open heart, that is asked of the monastic.
How shall I, how shall you write ‘the silence of God’? What could this mean in our daily lives? Each day a page, a page with nothing written
upon it is presented to each of us. If
we are a ‘mission on this earth’ as Pope Francis in The Joy of the Gospel says we are, then, we will write on this page
a little more of our lived lives…of our walk…our gospel walk with Jesus.
And so, Christophe’s question lingers front and center: ‘How can I utter you’? If God reveals himself or speaks as ‘a
whispering sound’, as ‘a sound of sheer silence’, as ‘a soft murmuring sound’
then we need an interior silence to hear, to receive this Word, which alone
anchors our lives. The small still voice
of the Spirit eludes us when our own voices are so loud and incessant…so quick
to respond…I was thinking that our lectio
in the morning is a very important moment, since it prepares us interiorly for
this new day that is before us. This Word, so imbued with silence, anchors our
lives, focuses them on the ‘one thing necessary’. It
gives a fresh beginning to the day, a new readiness to receive the ‘not yet’ of
God’s life touching our lives.
‘I will write your silence’, says Br. Christophe: the Silent
Word that has become flesh. Will we be
ready to write the Lord’s love, forgiveness, and compassion as we live our
lives each day, this day?
Our Br. Christophe can help us: I shall say what comes to me
from
you
and
writes itself in me
This
writing detaches me
from the world
Who
will teach me how to write on earth
as
it is in heaven?
This
morning, I only put this down
LIFE (p.6)
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