“To speak for those who have no voice…”
The phrase from one of my affirmations guides me.
Silenced. How was I silenced? I asked God once. Don’t ask those questions unless you want an answer.
How were you silenced?
If you sit in church (Big C Church) and look around, what do you see? I wonder how many of those people singing have experienced some form of being silenced?
Hymns are being redeemed one by one for me. Tonight I was listening to “the advent project” and the meditation on Mary, her extraordinary question to the angel. The music was an old hymn: Take my voice and let me sing, always, only for my King. Take my lips and let them be filled with messages from Thee…” (Frances Havergal) I can still hear it with piano in the background, all five verses, part of the “invitation”.
I hear it differently now. My voice…
What happens when Jesus breaks silence?