As I wakened this morning from yesterday's horrific destruction across our city, this word 'silence' spoke volumes to me. For yesterday brought frightening tales - stories of people huddled in bathrooms and under stairs as homes and property ripped from around them. Stories of grandparents and friends clinging to children and pets as wind gusts exceeded 150 miles per hour. Then, familiar descriptions of - "the sound was 'like a train,' and, 'I could hear nothing else - not even my own voice, it was so loud." So that I understand what is meant when some say, silence is powerful. For today, the North Texas silence I hear - is - not just by contrast, but by possibility - especially after last night.
In reality Jesus was never silent. His very coming bore a message from the megaphone of God. So that whether he sat on a hillside alone or preached to hundreds from a boat, both hill, water and boat gave witness that the Creator of the Universe had passed. And now the fact that no story of Christ's action hails from this day does speak - reminding us that God is always communicating - on days of storms and days that follow.
So on 'Silent Days' we may speak, too. We may give thanks to God that life is spared, that across the meteroplex and Dallas love still reigns and that - though property is lost - people are yet kind, caring and compassionate. And, that today... we might have one day more - one 'Silent Day' more - to give Him praise.
To Him be Glory forever!
Pastor Sam
