Tagged with Silence

My words for you alone

My words for you alone

Oh, how I wish you would submit to my boxes. And how I delight that you sidestep them so sweetly.  With a smile which is a cross between mischievous and pleased with yourself. The person contemplating can have no control over the other…  If the other is a person, then all we can do is … Continue reading

Entering the silence

Entering the silence

The presence of silence can have a thickness like incense hanging heavy in the air.  When silence appears as a spirit, a presence, then a great deal can be learned if silence is willingly embraced.  In these gifted moments, the presence of silence must be listened to as if it were the greatest sage of … Continue reading

It is time

It is time

It is time for silence to do its work. I knew that it would be so.  That for too many months I have been running at a pace which would be arrested by only one thing.  And so I planned it, weeks ago, when I knew that this moment would come.  Two days and two nights … Continue reading

Destroying to remake

Destroying to remake

We don’t want to deconstruct our students, we said.  We know what theology can do to a person, turn them inside out and back to front. We don’t want to deconstruct our students.  But, oh, how I wish Jesus had such qualms with me.  Nearly two years of a deconstruction so massive that it is … Continue reading

Innocence with experience

Innocence with experience

She juggles, they say.  Always several balls in the air.  And she doesn’t seem to drop any. Not literally, of course.  This girl can’t juggle real balls to save her life. Not even metaphorically really.  Not any more.  Because things have changed.  The gift box she wrote about some fifteen months ago, it really has … Continue reading

Words which needle

Words which needle

The words needle me towards a response.*  They draw me gently out of my silence.  And the longing to write intensifies. But so does the silence. …the pain that comes from one’s identity, that grows out of the response to a call, can’t be escaped or pushed aside… Yet once more my words and my silence battle it out, each … Continue reading

Holding the silence long enough

Holding the silence long enough

What if the leader could hold the pregnant silence long enough for the Spirit to give birth to a word? Gil Stafford. I turn these words over in my mind.  What if the leader could hold the pregnant silence long enough for the Spirit to give birth to a word?  And I think of the … Continue reading

My heart rests

My heart rests

I spent three days in my little office this week.  Well, four perhaps – if I count the hours in there after Saturday’s graduation service when the whole place was virtually deserted but for a few graduating students trailing home, cars crammed full of boxes and dreams, the remnants of student life packaged and tied … Continue reading

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Present to him and to my self.  Absent – for now – to people.  That was what it was going to be. He’s said it clearly enough, after all.  And he’s shown me how this thing, because it will overflow in time to others, is not inconsistent with the biggest theological treasure which I have … Continue reading

Risky worship

Risky worship

true Christian worship is dangerous, far more a risk than a consolation, because true Christian worship initiates us into the stories and practices of a God whose ways are so maddeningly different from our own and, therefore, full of hope. …True worship is risky because through it we become increasingly vulnerable to the love and … Continue reading