"Silence is tough at first, like an infant is tough. I think it springs from the same place in the universe where space is made, and breath, and appreciation."

I know people whom I would consider quiet. I know other people who consider silence to be a form of self-punishment. Myself, I lean towards being the silent type, until you get to know me–and even then…

I find silence a very valuable discipline and I guess since it’s somewhat built into my personality it’s not something that I have to strain at. I also think when it comes to talking, less is (usually) more. I’d much rather hear one meaningful sentence than a monologue of filler or unfounded opinion. But that’s just me…

It is difficult to quiet oneself for extended periods of time. You can find silence externally, but be assaulted by a cacophony of noise on the inside (where it matters most). Sometimes even writing can be a form of noise pollution for me, a banging gong. I’d like to learn how to better refine the use of silence as a means to hear more and better. I think God wants to speak into the silent places in people but those environments are quickly becoming extinct. External and internal noise is crowding out our own ability to hear the Spirit.

To say more would be running the risk of committing great irony.

This is just something I’ve been thinking through lately.