Sometimes it's hard to imagine WHY God would choose to be so vague with us. Why don't we get a glimpse at the Divine Blue Book of our lives? Why don't we get postcards with little angel stamps that tell us what we're supposed to do for the next day, month, or year?
Then again, perhaps He is clear, but we're just stubborn and deaf--not deaf in the sense that we are incapable of hearing, but "tone-deaf," the way large portions of the population are in primitive cultures. They have never heard polyphony, harmony, and precise tonal music; therefore, it is nearly impossible to get them to sing in tune with each other.
When we're not constantly sensitive to the music of the spheres, to use Renaissance imagery, we loose that ability to harmonize our lives with the subtle movements of God's melody of love and life. A good musician does not need a tuner to adjust his instrument to the tone of the orchestra. I think, then, the saints must develop this same instantaneous discernment of the Divine Will.
But meanwhile, what do we poor amateurs do? St. Paul said that charity without love is like a loud gong. If that is so, how much more of a cacophony must I cause by selfishly asserting my own will, emotions, and broken ideas of melody? No wonder I can't hear God's soft voice over my infantile pot-banging.
"Be still, and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10) Funny how hard that is. Yet, interior stillness is as much a prerequisite to the gentle voice of God in our lives, as that universally held voice and the conductor's softer intake of breath as his shoulders rise with the baton is a necessary and appropriate prelude to the orchestral music of our world.
My prayer this week for myself, for my husband, for our family, is that we will be still, we will listen, and we will tune our lives appropriately in response.
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