What do you say when you feel like words have lost their meaning?
Perhaps the naively optimistic among us, myself included, are waiting on some sort of a miraculous dialogue that will heal our wounds. And yet, words by the barrel, blasted into cyberspace, never materialize into anything resembling true conversation.
I long for a word that would quench our thirst for peace like a stream in the desert. If only someone could construct and compose various characters, symbols, vowels and consonants into something coherent that rings of truth and justice. There's a reason we say that truth has a ring to it. It's not something we can always quantify but we know it when we hear it. Even though an ensemble of voices, pundits and echo chambers entertain our ears, the truth stands out.
And yet, even truth has lost its ring to those who have chosen repeatedly not to hear, or to listen, or to learn history, or to stop talking long enough to wait for the faint ring that rings loudest in the presence of silence.
As the pastor of a new church start, the most prominent thing that I do is to speak, but the most important thing that I do is to listen. I know it's Wednesday, but I'm not exactly sure what we are going to do yet on Sunday morning considering turmoil in our immediate community. We're still listening. Perhaps it's time for us as a church to sit in stillness, in prayer, in tears and brokenness beside a candle of hope, and to call out once again to the Word who became flesh. And once we hear, then maybe we can embrace the struggle of living a life that matters as an evidence of our faith. If you are longing for that kind of hope in the midst of a confusing world of noise, we invite you to join us.