Busted!
It’s late Friday afternoon. The sun is starting to dip low on the
horizon. Right now, I’d like to kick my feet up on the ottoman and have
a glass of wine. I’d love to sit and watch the sun descend from the
sky into the earth that I see. The light will be gone. I’d love to
watch this in silence, however, I’m BUSTED! I’m at the computer writing
this blog post. The wine is still in the refrigerator. The silence,
well, I’m relaxing to the sounds of Fernando Ortega on Pandora. No
silence here for now.
Silence is my weakest area of worship. I use my body when I worship.
I move my arms. I kneel. I sit. I whisper my prayers. I chant the
psalms. Silence? Not really.
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