The Quiet, the Noise

As I wait for the session meeting for church officers to begin, there is a trumpet being played down the hall. At first the player valves out a short Christmas sounding melody in a sweeping ascent and begins to play taps. I think that is what they're called, taps--for burying soldiers or calling them to breakfast, or whatever. Chris is playing the drums on the basketball held between his knees to a song on his CD player alarm clock. People are passing the door to our office, some stopping in to say hello, to look for a book bag, a Bible. And all of these layers of sound don't make me feel annoyed, or hurried, or frazzled--but remind me of my own busy mind and heart. How I want to slow them down, hush them to nothing, and remember that being busy and distracted only leave emptiness eventually, and how I need to make time to meditate on Truth. To empty some space in my schedule to be filled, to be grounded, and settled. To hear God.

posted by Cameron Lawrence at 18:44