“We need to find God,
and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence.
See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…
We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
I’ve always contended that Nature is my Church. I’ve tried organized religion and rarely find Spirit in the “house of God.” Instead, I find Him in the silence of my soul when I talk with Him, when I watch His creatures in the wild and I observe the variations of this beautiful natural cathedral He created we call Earth. However, I must confess that I also find Him in the ancient musics like Georgian chants, Latin hymns of my father-in-laws Episcopalian faith, Native American wooden flutes and the choirs of children. Music transcends, and there’s something about not being able to understand the words that lend a mysticism. I think about these things over the Christmas holiday.