The great silence I hear inside my heart when I call out to God is not an absence of God speaking, but rather, my inability to hear Him.
The other day I met a man who had a hearing impediment that caused him to have a speech impediment.
He was able to speak but struggled to comprehend what was going on in a crowded room – when he was speaking to others one to one, he was very comfortable but when he was in a group he could not follow the conversation and could not understand what was being said.
Because we live in a wonderful country like Australia, we have a government – whatever your political preferences – that offers individuals with additional needs, additional support, this man attended his business meeting with an interpreter.
This interpreter stood next to this man and discretely spoke to him in sign language and repeated for my benefit any words that the man said that were a little difficult to understand.
And I have been thinking about that interpreter today, because that interpreter reminded me of my Guardian Angel.
You know, it is perhaps the most profoundly under-acknowledged thing that every single human soul is given a guardian angel to accompany them through this lifetime. There is a powerful spirit who is with my soul from the moment I was conceived in my mother’s womb – before I even had any awareness – to the moment when I shall stand before my Creator in Heaven.
That Angel is tasked with my protection. When I choose to sin I shame that angel. For every sin – whether large or small – offends my Beloved, and the love I have for God is equal to the strength of my soul. So that means that an angel, who is so much more powerful than I am can love God more fully, more completely and more perfectly than I ever could. And so when I sin, my Guardian Angel, is mortally offended by my sins because those sins offend his Beloved – God Himself.
And I have been thinking about that today. Because I am like that deaf man, who I met the other day. But I am physically deaf – I am spiritually deaf. I stand in front of God and speak to him – but I cannot hear Him and I cannot understand Him and I do not know how to address Him so as to communicate with Him in the way that I should.
So God gave me an interpreter, who just like the man who was deaf had an interpreter to stand to the side and assist when things got tough, stands beside me and helps me.
And I have been thinking about that today. For it occurs to me that the great silence I hear inside my heart when I call out to God is not an absence of God speaking, but rather, my inability to hear Him.
And today, I pray for the Grace to be guided by my Guardian Angel, who walks beside me all my life…
For with prayer, I stand on Holy Ground where everything is clear. Here. At the Foot of the Cross.