I get tired. Just weary. The noise has just become too much for me.
Here it is. 11:00 at night. And I can’t stand any more clamor.
My desk is right next to the air conditioner that hangs out the window. As blazing hot as this summer has been, it has blasted more hours of the day than not.
And the sound is too much.
I had to turn it off. Thankful for a cool evening. If 75 F can be considered cool. These days it sure is.
The relief of silence causes me to sigh. Shake my head.
Election year. Polarizing politics. Chic-Fil-A. Marriage equality. One man. One woman. Obama-care. Occupy. Off shore investments. Tax evasion. Culture wars. Iran. Afghanistan. Bringing the troops home. Leaving them there. Veteran’s benefits. Taxes. Lobbyists. Climate change. Drought. Gas prices. 2012 Olympics. Lack of security. Michael Phelps.
Please, let me stop before I end up getting sued by Billy Joel for copyright violation.
So much noise. So much fear. Stress. Pressure. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. All the time.
And I need a break from it.
Or maybe I need to be a break.
Here’s what I mean.
Perhaps in this noisy, sound bite culture, I can be a piece of calm. A balm for those bruised and battered in this war between cultures.
A safe place.
I commit to you, right in this moment, that I will be silent.
Oh. You think I mean I’m going to stop talking.
No such luck.
But I will be silent. I won’t contribute to the noise. I will laugh. Cry. Share conversations. Write. Sing with my kids. Say weird things in my sleep (that might be good for a post on another day). I will use my voice to lift up. Encourage. Discuss. But not create noise.
Because, in this time of my life, I find that it is much more important to listen to the sound of God’s voice. And He says, “Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in all the earth”. (Psalm 46:10)