Almost imperceptibly, silently and singing songs of praise they come softly among us bringing their message of His holiness and comforting assurance. How many are you? Do you carry, or are you creating, a faintly heard sound of familiar hymnody?
Resting in the promises of the One who is all in all; resting and listening for His next orchestrations, we wait.
Love you and love you too exchanged with whispers and tender cheek brushings; these the bold sounds and highest expressions in the surrounding silences we inhabit and rest in as we attend always to the gentle words of Jesus.
Gathered in retreat mode to pray, we listen and read His eternal Words aloud, enriched by His imperative to be still and know that He is God, the Awesome One among us by His spirit, ever attentive to our needs spoken and unspoken as we journey together with Martha from this world to the door of the next.
We drop our busy hands, still our doubting hearts and listen for His words of true and perfect healing for the diminishing one we keep vigil with. Martha’s thin spoken ‘Moms’ in the darkness of the night, monitor whispers of her love needs, soon satisfied by the alert one who gave her birth, alert even then to her first whispers and now the more. Behind her ministrations of love and service stands Jesus whose grace strengthens and encourages.
Coming softly, coming faithfully, the heavenly host will soon carry Martha home. Expectantly, all eyes are turned heavenward from whence cometh our help, from the same Lord and Father of all the saints who promises that ‘blessed are they who do His commandments, that their authority will be over the Tree of Life, and they may enter in by the gates into the city’ Rev 22, verse 14. Maranatha.