If the gift of knowing is given to disciples, then expecting an unbeliever to comprehend the deeper Mystery of God is not only ridiculous but cruel as well.
Did you know that silence between two people has depth and texture?
How much of my unbelief grew in the fertile ground of hidden fears?
I've gorged myself on “noise” and never really thought twice about it.
I was seeking elements of the life thinking it would bring me to Him, but no, Life had to come and get me.
I believed I had to still myself for prayer and worked feverishly to wrestle my mind down. I thought my only way of accessing God in true intimacy was in creating a silence.
The pressure in the psyche/ego is to use words in order to prove you exist. Talk, talk, talk . . . “Won’t someone hear me?”