If you live in a region of the world where snow falls, you have probably seen it by now. Maybe you like it, maybe you don't. I do! So when I awoke a few days ago to see snow falling from the still dark sky, I resolved to go outside immediately.
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As many as mystic will tell us, it is in silence that we find voice: the voice of transcendence, the voice of infinite mystery. The voice of meaning into which we can fit all else. When, as the Hebrew scriptures tell the story, the prophet Elijah found himself on the slopes of Mt. Carmel, dejected, discouraged, and absolutely alone, God didn't speak to him with voice. The mountain shook, a fire blazed, but no voice came forth. Only at the end of these astonishing theophanies did God speak with voice.
But he spoke, as the Hebrew verb used here indicates, with absolute silence. And that's the point: if we really want to hear, we must be prepared to not hear. Only then will reality speak.
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