silence for a brief
as the musical interlude
readies for its
(c) 2010, T. Stewart
The Lord GOD has given me
a well-trained tongue,
that I might know how to speak to the weary
a word that will rouse them.
Morning after morning
God opens my ear that I may hear;
and I have not rebelled,
have not turned back.
I gave my back to those who beat me,
my cheeks to those who plucked my beard;
my face I did not shield
from buffets and spitting. The Lord GOD is my help,
therefore I am not disgraced;
I have set my face like flint,
knowing that I shall not be put to shame.
Random Thought: Isaiah was a Spiritual Director! God gave him two things: the ability to hear and the ability to speak appropriately. Nice.
If I were to speak to the weary words that would rouse them, what would I say? I am weary, what do I want to hear? I want to hear, “Rest.” But that is not rousing! Or is it? Perhaps in rest, we open our hearts to hear so that we can be roused. If we never rest, is there a cycle of arousement? Can we stay in continual arousement? I don’t think so. We need the rhythm of life. The circadian rhythm that cycles naturally low and high. Rest and Rouse. Day and Night. Maybe the secret of Isaiah having the right words to rouse the weary is in the timing! Maybe there is a missing piece. What does he do before he speaks to the weary? Maybe he provides a refuge. I am thinking of the refuge of a dear friend’s arms as they hold you before you speak.
Suddenly, I am seeing a pattern. A thousand years ago when I interviewed for grad school for psychology, I was interested in working with a prof from Virginia who worked primarily with circadian rhythms. It was really interesting. But I decided that going to school forever was not what I wanted to do (and I appreciate the irony). And now, as I think about my future plans, the rhythm of life figures very prominently into my plans. At school, it is the Daily Prayer Cycle or Liturgy of the Hours and in my future ministry it is how to return a rhythm of life to the aroused senses of the inner city. Bing, bing, bing…we have a winner! There is an old quote about music that the most interesting things happen in the rests (or something like that). Maybe, just maybe, it is something I have always known but needed to remember, again. I hate when that happens! It’s almost like there is a rhythm reminding me of the rhythm. Argh.