prayer from the cell: God’s first language

prayer from the cell: God’s first language March 3, 2013

god's first language is silence prayer from the cell by nakedpastor david hayward

(My old iPhone, that I’ve had every since they first came out, broke. I finally got a new phone, so I can resume my prayers from the cell.)

The silence of God. This is important to admit.

Have you read Shusako Endo’s historical novel, “Silence”? It’s based on the letters of a Portugese missionary in Japan during the 17th century persecution against “hidden christians”, and the silence of God that accompanies believers during adversity. You must read it. It is considered a great literary achievement and it does make you actually feel the silence.

I’m going to give a shameless plug: One of the things I like about The Lasting Supper, and it is one of our values, is that people are allowed to say, “God does not speak to me anymore. In fact, I no longer believe there is a god.” And they are heard, understood and journeyed alongside of. Please consider my invitation to join.

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  • God is silent in many ways. And He speaks to us, also.

    In His Word (preached, read, in the consolation of believers one to another) and in His Holy Supper.

    In those ways we can be assured of God speaking to us. Aside from that, it’s a crap shoot.

  • Carol

    Those of us who are reflective introverts don’t have too much difficulty in tuning out the cacophony of an extroverted alpha-dominant cociety, in is our own inner chatter that is so difficult to silence.

  • Yep;
    though I do have touble being distracted by media. I find it difficult to find silence, or find time for silence.

  • I love the juxtaposition of what seemed to me to be a formal proper way of communicating in the first part of your comment with the informal, almost irreverence (I said almost) of that last sentence. Made me laugh.

    Also, I agree. God speaks when He wishes to speak and He is silent when He wishes to be silent, and we must trust in His love by the history of our relationship with Him that He does so with our best interests in mind.

  • Music

    Has God ever spoken to you?

  • I believe He has; whenever I have a difficult question I try to quiet myself sa much as I can and just listen. More often than not I get an impression of a distinct positive or negative feeling that roughly corresponds to the idea of a Yes or No, or some other appropriate response like wait or go ahead. It may just be wishful thinking, but it seems like that steers me correctly more often than not, and often it steers me directly the opposite direction that I would have thought to pick myself. I believe it to be God’s voice to me.

  • Carol

    I am often surprised when there seems to be a theme running through the emails that I receive around the same time from various unrelated sources. Coincidences? Maybe so, maybe not. . . .

    String Quartet
    by Carl Dennis

    Art and life, I wouldn’t want to confuse them.
    But it’s hard to hear this quartet
    Without comparing it to a conversation
    Of the quiet kind, where no one tries to outtalk
    The other participants, where each is eager instead
    To share in the task of moving the theme along
    From the opening statement to the final bar.

    A conversation that isn’t likely to flourish
    When sales technicians come trolling for customers,
    Office-holders for votes, preachers for converts.
    Many good people among such talkers,
    But none engaged like the voices of the quartet
    In resisting the plots time hatches to make them unequal,
    To set them at odds, to pull them asunder.

    I love the movement where the cello is occupied
    With repeating a single phrase while the others
    Strike out on their own, three separate journeys
    That seem to suggest each prefers, after all,
    The pain and pleasure of playing solo. But no.
    Each near the end swerves back to the path
    Their friend has been plodding, and he receives them
    As if he never once suspected their loyalty.

    Would I be moved if I thought the music
    Belonged to a world remote from this one,
    If it didn’t seem instead to be making the point
    That conversation like this is available
    At moments sufficiently free and self-forgetful?

    And at other moments, maybe there’s still a chance
    To participate in the silence of listeners
    Who are glad for what they manage to bring to the music
    And for what they manage to take away.

    “String Quartet” by Carl Dennis, from Unknown Friends. © Penguin, 2007. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)