Wednesday, March 27, 2024

The Sound of Silence

There is a famine in the church. Sitting through a typical sacrament meeting is akin to eating dry shredded wheat, with cotton mouth, as a substitute for a steak. My friend Tim made a comment in one of my posts that struck me: "I went to Church yesterday and was mindful that I left with less of the Spirit than when I entered. I spent the evening pondering why that was."

I never had the feeling put to words. Some of you have been told by the Lord to stay at church. Some of you have been told to leave. Some of you have been told to go back. As you go to church - if you ask Him - He will guide you as to what to share. Sometimes He may guide you to pray for those you sit in the room with. Sometimes He may guide you to stay home. 

This post is simple. I want to extend the idea to consider staying home one Sunday once in a while. Now for some of you, that just isn't possible because of your family situation. This suggestion isn't for everyone. But it's for someone. Consider staying home once in a while and giving your family a well thought out lesson and truly *resting* in the Lord. 

And if you go to church - consider the sound of silence. To speak? Or not to speak? Please click on this video and read the lyrics I posted below. As you listen to the song - imagine yourself sitting in church. 

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets 
are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence

Lastly, I liked what this guy had to say. Amen, brother. Amen.

Brandon Tatum

"Went to church today and now I'm sad"