We live in an age where silence has become unbearable. The moment it arrives, we panic. In the car, in the bathroom, in the thirty seconds between putting down your phone and picking it back up. We reach for our devices. We turn on the TV. We put on background music. Quiet makes us twitch. Stillness makes us itch. So we fill every crack and crevice of our souls with noise: music, podcasts, chatter, scrolling, alerts, the endless hum of digital stimulation. But this is tragic: in drowning out the silence, we've also drowned out the voice of God. We've become people who cannot bear to be alone with our own thoughts, let alone alone with the Almighty. And in our frantic flight from quiet, we've lost something essential. Something we didn't even know we needed until it was gone. The God Who Whispers The prophet Elijah learned something crucial. After years of spectacular ministry, he found himself exhausted. Depressed. Hiding in a cave. He had called down fire from heaven. ...
Sharing the good news of God's Kingdom By Joseph Kimanzi