This week I realized how thirsty my soul was to sit in silence with others of like mind. As I've done from time to time before, I went to sit with my Quaker Friends.
The church I attended is "unprogrammed." Unlike many others that have programmed services with leaders, a lot of music and speakers or preachers.
Recently, I was telling my 12-year-old grandson about the Quakers and their interesting way of worship. He smiled and said that it sounds very boring. For my personality, which takes little time to be still, I should think it would be to me, as well. Yet.......
Whenever I sit in silence, I learn what's most important to me. My heart searches for what I need to contemplate during this luxurious time. Most of my thoughts come through musical messages, spiritual songs I have learned to treasure in the past. Nobody else gets in the way of my communion with God.
Today, I was reminded that the world continues to turn without me thinking about what to do or say.
I was reminded that so many times my greatest witness has been through my refusing to respond to the forces of power that would "pull my strings" and use what I have to say as a trap. There is truly a time to speak and a time to remain silent. May God give me the wisdom to know when I need to be silent as much as when I need to speak.