This weekend I am flying out to vancouver to see my Fiancee. Oh, i can't wait. It's always so much fun. We are planning to do a silence retreat together, taking a tour of Regent College (including going to a John Stackhouse lecture), going to the museum of anthropology as well as several art galleries, wall climbing, ahhh sooo goood. I am very excited, if you couldn't tell already. I leave thursday morning, so that will probably be the end of this blog until the tuesday i get back, at which point you will be subjected to copious amounts of writing on the banal details of my trip. Ok, well I'll try not to bore you, but I am not going to pretend i don't see through rose colored shades where Chapter (my Fiancee's nickname in places where you get those kind of things) is concerned.
A Pastor's Word: Silence
Silence. I think of the servant watching Rebekah intently, waiting to see if his mission is a success. I think of the darkness of the ninth plague; I wonder if there was silence. I think of the Canaanite woman crying for help and Jesus not saying a word. I think of the disciples in the storm as they find that Jesus is asleep. Were they speechless? I think of Jesus in the Garden, his friends all asleep, his prayers rising as his sweat falls. Or the three hours of darkness while Jesus hung on the cross. Was there silence then? I think of the silences I have experienced. The brief pause, the in-drawn breathe, that stretches into an imaginary eternity, when I asked the woman I love to marry me and she had yet to answer. That moment of silence before our baby cried for the first time. The first rays of sun hitting the side of the mountain, when I realized I couldn't hear the highway anymore. The pause in the wind...
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