There’s something profound about appreciating silence, isn’t there? It’s something that often feels neglected, especially in evangelical circles, where there’s a tendency to talk, talk, talk—endlessly. It seems like some teachers don’t know when to stop speaking, as if silence itself were a kind of sacrilege. I suppose it stems from the heavy emphasis on the Word, but ironically, the Word itself calls for moments of stillness.
Ecclesiastes 3 reminds us that “there is a time for everything… a time to be silent and a time to speak.” Even in the rhythm of life, silence has its place.
Then there’s Habakkuk 2:20: “But the LORD is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him.” It’s like a reminder that sometimes the most reverent response to God’s presence is not words, but quiet awe.
And who can forget that moment in Revelation 8:1, when “he opened the seventh seal, and there was silence in heaven for about half an hour”? Even in the heavenly realms, amidst all the glory and worship, there’s a pause—a holy silence.
Have you ever experienced that kind of silence in worship? It’s rare, but when it happens, it can be incredibly powerful. There’s something about those moments when the talking stops, the music fades, and you’re left with nothing but the quiet presence of God. It feels sacred, like the space where words fail and all that’s left is stillness, waiting, listening. In a world that’s so noisy, sometimes that’s exactly what our souls need.







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