Room for God
In his youth, David wandered the terrain as a lone shepherd. For centuries monks performed repetitive manual labor in their monasteries. The Amish farm in a world void of digital noise. We, on the otherhand, run from place to place, play Angry Birds in the grocery line and check email at stoplights. We have the radio, tv, phone endlessly filling our brains. We spin frenetically with meetings, clubs, commitments, events. We are filled up--overfilled--with activity. Where is the room for God?
Throughout history, man has intuited the need for quiet, stillness, away-ness to commune with God. In the calm, we can hear his voice. In the solitude, he shapes us. We need time to reflect, to mull, to pray in order to become deeply rooted. When we simply breathe in the presence of the Lord, we remember who he is, and who we are.
How about closing the laptop, putting down the phone or the iPad, wandering away from the noise and spending whatever time you would have spend reading one of my long posts quietly in front of God? And, in his presence, breathe.