Silently

I came into this world screaming my head off, just as most of us did. I have loudly proclaimed my existence throughout my life in classrooms both as a student and as an instructor always questioning, always digging for more, never satisfied with the status quo. I have always been one to question everything that has been put in front of me as fact. Simply because for me there is no fact. Everything needs to be questioned. As a student I questioned my mentors; as a professor I questioned my students; always pressing, always looking for reason, always looking for possible answers, never satisfied.

This particularly becomes more important when the topics are religion and faith. I question both, constantly. I present to you my position that all religions, regardless of how big or small, old or new, they are, are man-made; all are flawed, because they are made by man and controlled by man. Faith, however, is inspired by God, regardless of what name we call our God. All around our wondrous Earth, people of all cultures pray to God calling God a different name, but there is only one God, a God of Love; a God of Truth; a God of Understanding.

And this is where this wondrous adverb enters into my life. For whenever I pray to God, whenever I meditate in God’s presence, whenever I go into my secret place, I enter silently. I do this because when God speaks to me, it is always in the most silent whisper. And sometimes it’s not even a whisper; it is a soft feeling that comes over me that lets me know what or how I must go forward.

When I truly understand what silently means, it is amazing how my prayer life changes. I have learned how to closed my mind to all noises around me and devoted my mind to total prayer just as if I were in my quiet place. My mind is truly silently attuned to God’s presence.