“Hearing the Silence”

I Kings 19:11-13

First Presbyterian Church of Jamestown , New York

The Reverend Thomas A. Sweet

January 28, 2007

Meditation at our Evensong Worship

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I can talk about my father-in-law this evening because he is not here.  He has returned to his winter habitation in Florida after having flown back briefly to Jamestown on Friday for the memorial service for his sister.  Jack wanted to speak during the service, to offer a benediction to his sister to whom, in these later years especially, he had grown very close.  What he had to say was engaging and endearing.  But twice during his reminiscing the lump in his throat swelled too large for him to talk.  For those two brief moments he stood before us in silence.  Even more than in his words I heard in the silence Jack’s deep love for his sister and what they had come to mean to one another across a lifetime and how much he will miss her.  

Silence is like that.  It is a sign of our discomfort with ourselves and with God that we fill our lives so full of words and busyness.  It is an awkward thing for me to admit, I who live by words, but there is little I can say to you, or that anyone can say for that matter, that is as good or helpful or life-giving as what you can hear within your own life in silence.  When, as increasingly we are doing, we design our worship here with islands of silence in the midst of it, it is not because we expect mountains to move in your life in those few minutes as much as we hope it will convey our insistence of its importance.  Just as I do not look to the hour of worship on Sunday to be our primary time for experiencing God but rather our training time so that we are able to be more open to the sacred in all of the other hours of the week, so, too, our brief times of silence in worship are meant to be suggestive of a practice of more substantial silent periods within our daily lives.  

I love this poem by Mary Oliver that she entitles Praying.  

                                                            It doesn’t have to be

                                                            the blue iris, it could be

                                                            weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

                                                            small stones; just

                                                            pay attention, then patch  

 

                                                            a few words together and don’t try

                                                            to make them elaborate, this isn’t

                                                            a contest but the doorway  

 

                                                            into thanks, and a silence in which

                                                            another voice may speak.

 

The “other voice” you hear speaking to you in the silence may well be your own.  It is often in silence that we re-collect our lives and come face to face with ourselves (which, ironically and sadly, is also a reason why some people are so uncomfortable with silence).  The voice you hear in the silence may be the voice of your own true self that you do not hear very often given the noise and din of the world and the myriad voices vying constantly for your attention and allegiance.  Or the voice you hear in the silence may be God’s.  Truth to tell, in the deep silence, our own voice and the voice of God may be indistinguishable for, as Jesus, who himself often sought silence, says, “the kingdom of God is within us” and it is in the silence that we both find God and are found by God in the mystic, sweet communion of life, in the oneness of everything.  It is where, in St. Paul ’s words, “we know and are fully known.”  

In the story we read earlier from 1 Kings, we find that Elijah is in mortal danger.  He explains his predicament to God by saying that he has been very zealous on God’s behalf because the Israelites have been forsaking their covenant with God; they have been desecrating the altars at which God is worshiped; and they have killed God’s prophets until only Elijah is left to speak and act on God’s behalf, and so the Israelites are after him, too.  God tells Elijah to go and stand on the mountain, for God is about to come near.  

                                                    Then there was a great wind, so strong that

    it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks

    in pieces…but the Lord was not in the wind;

                                                    and after the wind an earthquake, but the

                                                    Lord was not in the earthquake; and after

                                                    the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not

                                                    in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer

                                                    silence.  When Elijah heard the silence, he

                                                    wrapped his face in his mantle and went out

                                                    and stood at the entrance to the cave and then

                                                    there came to him a voice…”

 

In our “aging and saging” group this week, we talked a quite a while about meditation, the cultivated practice of silence.  If the power was given to me to bestow on each of you one gift, it would not be a million dollars, it would not be a vacation home in the Bahamas , it would not be an early retirement.  It would be the gift of twenty minutes a day of silent meditation.(1)  Here are a few of the medical and physical reasons that commend the practice of sheer silence:

But, wonderful as those benefits are, they are not why I commend meditation or the practice of cultivating sheer silence.  I commend it because in the silence, and over time, we not only come to ourselves, we not only get re-membered, put together again, but we drink of that great underground River we call God from which human beings of every religious tradition and no tradition all drink.  It is in the sheer silence of our lives that we can experience the palpable presence of God, sacred solidarity with all life, peace that passes all understanding, and, so imperative for our world today, peace that leads to understanding.

May it be so for you, and for us all.(3)

Amen.   

(1) I do recognize that there are those who, living alone in circumstances of bereavement, rue the daily silence that is not of their own choosing.  The silence about which I am talking is a practiced silence one chooses to cultivate.

(2)  Excerpted from Meditation as Medicine by Dharma Singh Khalsa, M.D., and Cameron Stauth, Pocket Books, 2001, as cited by Ted Phelps on his website on Natural Meditation:  www.natural-meditation.org   This website also provides a wonderful guide to beginning a personal practice of meditation.

(3)  Just prior to the benediction at this worship service, I said words to the effect of, “Whenever I am tempted to think of the practice of sheer silence as selfish, given the hurting and broken world in which we live and into which we are sent by the gospel, I am reminded of the example of Jesus of whom our scripture says in several places, ‘He withdrew for a while.’  I also recall the guidance of the Russian mystics who say that if we truly love the world we shall leave it for a while, so that when we come back to it we may bring with us freshness, renewed vision and commitment, compassion, and love.”  The practice of meditation is not an escape from the world but one of the means by which we may more fully engage it.

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