Oh the poor lady at the feed store. I should have gotten her name for she has become such a fixture in this object lesson. At least I will pray for her.
The world is filled with such lonely people. People walk about like lost sheep, bleating. The pressure in the psyche/ego is to use words in order to prove you exist. Speaking, talking, speaking, talking . . . “Won’t someone hear me?” This is all such a satanic trap to keep people separated from God and His purposed words He wants to share. Oh what a tragedy.
“I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.” ~ Khalil Gibran
Words fill our lives and most of them attempt to seduce, for love, to be noticed or to value our person. It is just verbal prostitution. We sell ourselves cheap just for someone to notice that we exist. All who engage in this suffer the scars from the whoring of the soul for a twinkling eye of awareness. Oh it is so shameful. And as Jennifer implied, everyone in this scenario is defiled. Defiled is the person because they place their self up on the auction block, hoping and praying someone will bid, a soul-annihilating proposition. Then it defiles everyone in the vicinity, because no one wants to see this display. It is degrading. And then finally and the most important, it robs the Lord of His child, the individual.
Like a ground zero, our pandering flattens everyone remotely in the vicinity of us. But there is another aspect to this. When we fill up the air with chatting, we make impotent all our words. Words are like precious seeds that need time to germinate. The only place this can happen is in silence.
Silence is a womb where words gain their power, strength and meaning.
My personal life choice is to listen over speaking. This doesn’t mean I remain quiet all the time because I don’t. But what I am experiencing is His stillness is worked into me. A place where His words can fill, germinate and flourish.
To make an apt answer is a joy to a man,
and a word in season, how good it is!
A word in season has gone through the nurturing process of silence to grow and become ripe and fit to eat. Who of us eats unripe fruit . . . yuck!
He values His NEW creation in us as well as His words to us. As the Lord works into our hearts a silence, the hysterics to be heard dissipates. The manic need to have just anyone hear becomes a reserve to share only where the ground is fertile. The need to fill the air with words to prove “I AM HERE!” becomes a desire to hear Him speak, to know I am His.
So faith comes from hearing,
and hearing through the word of Christ.
If one gives an answer before he hears,
it is his folly and shame.