Silence; the sound of freedom
Remembrance Day has a grey feeling to it – and cold. It’s difficult for me – mostly because of my inability to relate to it in any real and tangible way. I don’t know what war looks like, or sounds like, or smells like. And, I am very thankful for that! At the same time, it can almost create a sense of guilt. What should I do? What should I say? How do i honour the memory of those who created the space i now live in?
So I try to imagine the soldier who fought for me.
What was his purpose? What would he ask of me?
A moment of silence.
Perhaps it is the ability to have silence which is the greatest victory of all. What would it have felt like when the guns when silent?
I have heard accounts of the silence experienced by captives and liberators alike as concentration camps were opened and freedom was realized. The first sound of freedom is actually no sound at all.
And so, in the middle of all the hustling about, the sounds of sergeants, bugles, and boots, it all builds toward the moment of silence. And in that moment nothing more needs to be said, no shouting, no retreat and no charge. But the silence is not empty. Rather, it is overwhelmingly complete with, glory, generosity, honour, love, sacrifice, peace… and whatsoever things are good. And the good silences the sounds of war, of strife, hatred and fear, pride and greed.
To choose to be silent is to have freedom.
“Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be honored among the nations.
I will be honored in the earth.
The Lord Almighty is with us
the God of Jacob is our fortress” Selah
Words and sounds can be distracting. And they can deceiving.
To have silence is to let a reality take root before it is given any sound. It is the time in which an appropriate sound is realized or given birth.
Am I free to stop all my movement to which i feel obligated or am i enslaved to it?
Am I free to stop all the noise that assaults me from within and without or am I captive to it?
Am i free to stand in silence?
Does the sound of peace rule over the sound of war?
Does the quietness of being cared for and loved (Zephaniah 3:17) rule over the cries for help and attention?
Does the presence of the Lord Almighty silence the complaints and accusations of my heart?
That is what freedom sounds like.
Perhaps silence is the sound of freedom.