Holy Week ~ Love Dies in Silence

Greetings Dear Reader, 

Jesus returns to Bethany Tuesday night and stays there all day Wednesday.   We know that the disciples are making preparation for Passover.  We have no record of what Jesus did.  I am sure, knowing what was coming, he was preparing himself. 

What I focus on today is the silence.  Silence can kill love or we can use it as an excuse to stop loving.  Silence is the tapestry on which we create the problems in our imagination and give them a life that has no bearing on reality.  We use silence to imagine the worst. 

When God is silent it is never wrong.  He is allowed to deal with us as he wishes.  The fact that he asks us to know him better through silence indicates that there is value in it.  The idea that Jesus was silent the entire day is not provable and I do not suggest that.  What I do wish for us to consider is why we do not hear anything from him on Wednesday of Holy Week.   

Ponder the silence today with me, Dear Reader.  There is a strategy in it that may lead us to deeper understanding, closer following, and richer love.  If we allow love to die because of silence, it is our own doing. 

The Silence of God – Michael Card 

It's enough to drive a man crazy; it'll break a man's faith
It's enough to make him wonder if he's ever been sane
When he's bleating for comfort from Thy staff and Thy rod
And the heavens’ only answer is the silence of God

It'll shake a man's timbers when he loses his heart
When he has to remember what broke him apart
This yoke may be easy, but this burden is not
When the crying fields are frozen by the silence of God

But when you have to listen to the voices of the mob
Who are reeling in the throes of all the happiness they've got
When they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to that cross
Then what about the times when even followers get lost?
'Cause we all get lost sometimes

There's a statue of Jesus on a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky, all quiet and cold
And He's kneeling in the garden, as silent as a stone
All His friends are sleeping and He's weeping all alone

And the man of all sorrows, he never forgot
What sorrow is carried by the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve into the silence of God
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
In the holy, lonesome echo of the silence of God

Wishing you joy in the journey, 

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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Every human story is part of the great story that leads to the Father getting everything back to Good. 

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The silence of God is never wrong.