Noise permeates. It jangles the nerves and interrupts brain waves. For quiet and peace we crave, where songbirds, leaves rustling in the wind, fill the emptiness around us. A baby’s laugh, and other delicious sounds, too often drowned by modern marketers’ shrieks. I hate to complain but even magazines shriek . . . great stories and useful information lost in a sea of advertising.
Noise hinders. Not the noise of industry where hard-working people labour for their daily bread. Or the sounds of children playing. Or conversation, people connecting with words, a hopeful sound – these don’t jangle nerves.
Useless noise does me in – screaming commercials, the famous competing for on-air word count, political ranters – verbal or written and chaotic music piped into my ear drums while I’m shopping.
Noise breeds anxiety. Be still and know that I am God. Still. Silence is a basic human need. It’s heartbreaking to think that millions live their whole lives without knowing the blessing of silence.
I concede that God dwells in noisy places as well as in silence. But His nerves don’t fray like mine. When Jesus, God in human form, lived among us, He took regular breaks from the crowds that followed him wherever He went.
Jesus, our Wisdom advises us to come away from noise and curl up in His quiet closet and take time out for conversation with Him.
Silence heals. The more we have of it, the better we’ll learn how to live simply and gently.
Read Matthew 6 for advice on living and praying simply.