1 Kings 19: 12
After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
Or, “…a still, small voice.” We know the story of Elijah and the cave, a place he went to escape persecution, to gather his spiritual strength, to find some peace, and to listen to God. He didn’t recognize God in a powerful wind, or in an earthquake, nor in fire. After all the tumult, though, a gentle whisper barely brushed past his awareness, and there is where he found God.
We also crave some emotional event as God comes close to call us to service, to let us know God’s presence. We want handwriting on the wall, or an audible voice speaking clearly.
Yet, God arrives almost hidden, like a baby wrapped in cloth hiding in a feeding trough full of straw. We are not called, always, to proclaim, to witness aloud; sometimes, we’re called to be still, to be silent, and bear witness to the gentle whisper.
Breathe, and listen…
Prayer: As we take our next breath, gracious God, may we sense your presence, quiet as a whisper, barely audible, yet full of glory and love, in Christ’s name, amen.
About jamiebrame
Greetings, fellow earthlings. I'm the retired Program Director at Christmount, the national retreat, camp, and conference center of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), in Black Mountain, NC. From September 2019 through October, 2020, I served Timberlake Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Lynchburg, VA, as interim minister. After taking more than a year off, First Christian Church (DoC), Wilson, NC, offered me the position of Interim Minister, beginning May 10, 2022.
Originally from Eden, NC, I graduated from John Motley Morehead High School, earned a BA in Religion and Philosophy at Atlantic Christian College (now Barton College), and eked out a Master of Divinity from the Divinity School at Duke University. I served, in various positions, churches (part time and full time) in North Carolina and Georgia, and have lived in Black Mountain, NC, since 1989. I married Renae in 1992 (she refers to these years as "looooooooooong" years.
I've spent the past 50 years or so trying to practice Christian contemplative prayer with some touches of Zen meditation to help the journey along. Married to a wife who is much holier than I am, I am fortunate to learn from her daily about how to do this thing called spirituality. Being an ordained minister doesn't make me holy (but occasionally, as you'll read, a little sanctimonious, so forgive me in advance!); but I hope that I put my education to good use.
I'd love to be considered a spiritual teacher, but I know myself too well to claim that. While I do a bit of teaching, I think the best teaching we do is when we remain silent (the old desert abba said something like, "if you won't learn from my silence, you won't learn from my talking"). But silence shouldn't turn into quietism, and we do have to speak out and act for justice and fairness and equality for all.
I frequently ask myself the question, "Does it matter?" about the major - and minor - issues of the day. What I think matters: love for God, equality, fairness, loving our neighbor, feeding hungry people, housing homeless ones, clothing naked ones, and especially caring for children; basically, caring for those who have some trouble caring for themselves. AND our relationship with God.
What doesn't matter: what you think of me. I'm not very Christ-like. You won't hear me talking about all the things I do for others, or all the things I do for God - I was taught that It's not about me, and using good works to get attention for myself isn't what Christian faith is about - look up "narcissism" on Google. I'm not sure Jesus thinks it matters much that I am like him or not, but I do. The old story from the rabbis is probably apropo: when I am hauled up before God at the end of time, God isn't going to ask me why I wasn't more like someone else: I will be asked why I wasn't more like me. The rabbis tell the story better.
I'm still a work in progress, as Renae will attest to.
Finally, I just hope that something you read here will make you think. Use what you can, ignore the rest. Go read some of the desert saints. Read the classics. Take care of people, never point to yourself, and don't follow me: I'm just hoping to be one more signpost to God.
And as one friend reminded me the week before I left Christmount, "It matters."
Oh, and my favorite color is probably blue, and I love cats, and I love my wife's music. I don't like beets.
Dec 5, 222 Thank you for this beautiful reminder….Our cravings for tangible events that will transform us are part of being human…and …Do we attach to that desire or do we listen? Even though inaudible, that whisper is Present and available. Having more compassion for ourselves and others and relax our judgmental urgings is key, it seems. We can’t listen if we are judging ourselves with our thoughts. Science is proving that while we may think we are micro managing by multi tasking, the mind really only supports with 100% attention when we do one thing at a time. In this case, it is listening.Thank you for being a constant teacher along my path ~