In the silence, I hear the rumblings of my soul
In the silence of the Meeting for Worship I kept thinking of George Floyd’s Memorial Service and how the singing, the words and the eulogy helped connect people and give expression to their emotions at such a time.
It took me 43 years to get to a place where I could sit for an hour waiting with others in silence. I wondered what such a meeting would offer people who needed to hear inspirational words, who needed to sing with others as a means of dealing with the grief of their situation. To be reminded of stories from the Bible that God was with them and this was not the end of the story. What would silence offer them? I wondered what it would offer me in such a time.
And yet, in a sense the silence would allow all of that to happen if that is what moved the assembled.
Tonight in the meeting I wanted to hear something. I did hear something I heard the rumblings of my soul. A soul that has been awakened to the pain of enslavement and finds itself grieving and seeking a way of redemption for we can’t go back but we can be redeemed. I am restless yet the silence holds me, soothes me and says ‘wait’.
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