I began a funeral sermon for a child, acknowledging to all present that there are sometimes no words. I’m not sure what I said after that. Then it was a custom of mine to begin with, “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.” (verse 14) I couldn’t begin with those words that day. If a broken heart is acceptable sacrifice, there it was. Since then, I make a visit to her grave whenever I am in the area. God speaks to me in the silence. There were many at fault back then, but not her.
In the awesome and sometimes awful mysteries of life we come face to face with a God whom we cannot see. And if we listen, we hear the undertone of God’s love.
Faithful Lord, be with me this day. Speak to me with that quiet voice that rises above the loudness that surrounds me. Amen. — EB