Carol’s looking for the quiet

The Be Still and Know that I am God.

She has a nice post here.

I don’t know if you can tell or not but I have been trying to steer my blog in a more spiritual/faith based related theme. Lately I have noticed a tribe of word-slingers and their brassiness on the blogosphere with earsplitting shrills saturated in conceit that gives the super-sized Michael Moore a run for his fries money, all in the name of “getting noticed” by some golden calf icon blogger.

This obsessive compulsion to be right rather than to be happy, to talk louder rather than to listen, or to get ahead rather than lift up your fellow man is not just on the internet. No, the internet is just an overflow of television, radio, movie screens, and newspapers. It can be fiction or nonfiction. It can be political or personal. It can be global or local.

Look around your own community and you will find it in the obnoxious honking of horns in the morning rush hour traffic, you will find it in the cesspool of gossip, you will find it in the little white lies that lead to more little white lies one tells in the name of self-justification, you will find it in the soccer mom pushing her offspring into expectations of gargantuan proportion that not even the most heralded Olympian could live up to, you will find it in today’s immortal-attitude youth, and you will find it “in the name of God” man-made religiosity.

Yes, I have been guilty on all accounts at some time or another. Shoot, I can still be in that self-centered pit of darkness, today, when I don’t stop, rest, and abandon myself to God; or at least pray and ask that His Will be done, not mine.

Carol, as you see, is on a journey, and she’s doing it while grieving the loss of her husband and learning how to single parent. She’s seeking peace in the middle of tumult. Who says there are no heroes, anymore?