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The sense of silence

What does he sense? This what I ponder when I read this from the psalmist:

For God alone my soul waits in silence.

What does the psalmist sense when he waits for God

1) alone, and
2) in silence?

Not what he thinks, because by "silence" I take him to mean what the word means. SILENCE. That's not only the absence of spoken words. That's the absence of thought words. (We all know how we can be verbally quiet and have our hearts not be silent at all).

Certainly not what others think or say. Because he is no doubt done with the talking. He is waiting on God alone.

And if you take what alone really means, it means ALONE.

A rare practice: waiting for God in silence -- and waiting for Him alone.

It is a radical decision. It is taking an enormous risk.

This psalmist was not a novice. He'd been around the block a few times. He'd looked at, and no doubt tried, the options. The maneuverings. Pushing the Rubiks Cube of life's little pieces around and around. He'd been there and done all of that.

Then, after the traffic jam of words, he graduated to silence, and to the one thing needful.


Psalm 62.1 For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation.

Job 42.5 I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, But now my eye sees You.

Luke 10.41b-42 ... you are careful and troubled about many things. But one thing is needful, and Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.


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