Our Silence is a Living Thing
While it may be mute, our silence is anything but empty. It teems with life and substance. Our first example is Christ himself. “Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed” (Mark 1:35).
Necessity, even for the Son of God, drove him early in the morning to a quiet place. There he found his prayer, the one waiting within him, the one in bloom, that grew restless in him until morning was ripe for words. This is conjecture, certainly, but prayer and inwardness work just this way. It is a matter of appetite. And appetite is a gift. It’s not something we can give ourselves.