Sunday, December 22, 2013

The Silent Years

I have been thinking this season mostly about one thing:  the silent years.  400 years of silence that threatened to strip their souls bare.  No prophets. No indwelling Holy Spirit. God simply didn't speak.  Such Terrifying Silence.

Don't miss it...400 years.

Has He forgotten us?

His grace must have run out.

We have really done it now.

Where is He?

I simply can't see Him.

Can He even be found anymore?

I thought we were His people.

Is He going to leave us to ourselves forever?

His love has limits.


There is always a remnant that continues in belief.  But, what did that faith look like in those years? I see the advent candles quake in uncertainty and I remember "a smoldering wick he will not snuff out."  Even the smallest amount of faith in those quiet days must have pleased Him so.  Perhaps it still does.

There were still those among the remnant that looked in expectation for Him.  They knew one thing that would serve us well today:  Just because God is silent does not mean that He isn't true to His promises or that He is inactive. 

Simeon and Anna were ready. There hearts were prepared to receive the Messiah.  They were basing this hope on promises that had been made hundreds of years ago.  Hundreds of years ago.  They refused to believe that just because God couldn't be seen didn't mean that He couldn't break upon the scene any time He wanted.

Who would have thought that it would have looked like a wrinkled and vernix coated newborn hungry for milk and the warmth of his mother's arms?

He comes how He pleases.  But don't miss it.  He is coming.  He is coming right into your ache.  He is coming right into your unfulfilled promises.

It has been a year of silence for me.  God has not revealed Himself in profound ways.  It has been heart wrenching.  I have fought to stay out of thinking that would make me doubt His love towards me.

His grace must have run out.

Where is He?

I simply can't see Him.

One year of silence can't even compare to that of 400.  I wonder how they held on.  Such grace showered on that remnant, for them to hold on for 400 years, desperate to simply behold Him.

Gift of gifts in manger laid.  Hope of men no more delayed. {from Hallelujah!  What a Savior.}

And all the sudden, everything was different.

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