“Be still, and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10
It always seems as if there is something to do, someplace to go or someone to call. A problem to resolve or an unexpected one developing. I check the time, only to find time is running out. Was I to be there already? What was I to get? Did I mail that or completely forget to write it out to start with? I am certain I recall correctly but I could be mistaken, are you sure that is what I said I would do? Is that today?! I am not running out of things to do, only time to do them!
Wait! I’m a priest! Did I pray the Daily Office? How close is it to 3pm? I have the Chaplet of Divine Mercy to pray. Wait! Was that counseling session this afternoon? Tonight? Was I to call him, or was he to call me? Did I say I would do that visitation before dinner or after? I know I am definitely behind schedule, I’d better get out to the car and get going!
WOW! What a beautiful sunset. It is true, only God can paint a sunset. It feels good too, with an autumn chill finally setting into the air. As hot as the summer had been, winter is just around the corner. I can tell, the Canadian geese overhead have already begun their flight. Is anything more incredible that these birds make this journey year after year and always end up home? What a picture- the geese, the sky streaked with wispy clouds, the air smelling of smoke from a distant fireplace and that beautiful sunset. Yes indeed, only God can paint a picture like this.
Wait, I find that time has slowed down. So has my heart rate. The words of my favorite passage come back to visit me, as they always do and usually when I need to be reminded of them the most. “Be still, and know that I am God.” [Psalm 46:10)
I find my most spiritual moments- the strongest presence of God, when I am quiet. Usually when I am surrounded by nature and the beauty of God’s creation. God often speaks to me through nature. I am like Job. I hear His voice in a clap of thunder, in a crash of a wave upon the beach and in the roar of the wind as a storm approaches. I also hear God in the whisper of that wind, as it beckons the kites to dance or in the cry of a seagull as it rides the wind above the beach.
God can be heard in the laughter of children, in the humming tune of a grandmother or in the blessing of a passing stranger on the street when someone has sneezed. God can be heard in the trumpet of Taps at a soldiers funeral, in the chime of a church bell or in the heartfelt embrace of friends. God can be heard in the babbling brook, in the song of birds in spring, in the rustle of wind-blown autumn leaves or in the silence of a snowy winter night.
God speaks to us constantly. God speaks to us in many ways. Through the songs of nature, an urgent plea to help and in the voices of our friends. God longs for us to listen. God initiates the conversation. God waits for us. All we have to do is listen.
“Be still, and know that I am God“.