Sunday, September 12, 2010
We started the Nooma films series by Rob Bell in my young adult's cell today. The series was entitled "Noise". Interesting much. Before we began, we switched off all the lights and all our handphones were placed aside. Everyone's eyes were glued and focus on the TV screen. No one spoke a word as we listened to this man talk.
The man talked about the noise in this world bombarding every second of our lives. So much noise, you barely noticed the crickets in daylight. There is the TV in the living room and bedroom, the radio in the car, the laptop on our lap, the handphone that is never beyond our grasp and the mp3 player in our pocket. What about visual noise? How many billboards did we just see today?
When did we become so afraid of silence?
Suddenly, the man stopped talking and the screen went pitched black. It was all so quiet. I was getting shifty in my seat. The awkward silence had us all feeling lost.
Suddenly, words began to pop on the screen. The words formed questions that knocked deeply into our hearts. It began to question us about the last time we turned off all noise (including the noises in our head), sat in silence and heard what God had to say. It made me think.
I can't remember all the questions but it made me ask myself even more important questions.
How am I going to listen to God's still small voice with all these noise?
When was the last time I stopped talking, and listened to Him?
Did I even give myself 5 minutes to be in complete solitude to let God speak?
Am I able to spend just as much time listening to all these noise as much as to sit in silence too?
1 Kings 19:9-13
And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain, It was such a terrible blast that the rocks turned loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind, there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire, there was the sound of a gentle whisper.
God spoke to Elijah, in that moment of silence.
I find myself struggling all the time to pull myself away from all these noises. And even when I'm sitting on my bed praying to God, I honestly don't give Him enough time to hear what He longs to say because silence makes me sleepy and uncomfortable.
When will you and I be still, till the point that you can just hear yourself breathe and nothing else? No noise. No hurry. Just us listening intently for God to speak.
Posted by Andrea Kong at 11:07 PM