Remember the old Simon and Garfunkel song, “The Sound of Silence?” (If you do, you’re getting old like me. 😉 It’s a funny thing, but sometimes we seem to be afraid of silence. I wonder why.
We visited my mom’s fast and testimony meeting last week. (If you’re unfamiliar with the term, “fast and testimony” meeting is a once-a-month worship service in the LDS Church, to which we come fasting and the time and mic are open to anyone who wishes to come forward and share their spiritual feelings with the congregation.) There was a lull for a couple of minutes, no extraordinary occurrence… until one nice man felt obliged to stand up because he “hated to see the time go to waste.”
Well, since he was the stake president I didn’t argue the point (if he’d been my stake president it might have been different) but… really. It’s such a wonderful time to feel the spirit, to ponder in a beautiful, somewhat quiet (depending on the kiddies) setting, and I’ve never once felt that such silence was wasted time. Ah well… different strokes I guess.
On a related note. My third daughter, Amy, mentioned the other day that one of her favorite times in church is when it takes longer for the priests to break the bread for the sacrament than it takes for the congregation to sing the sacrament hymn. She absolutely loves sitting quietly, listening to the organist play, and just thinking and feeling. I hadn’t really thought about it, but she’s right. Those are valuable minutes. I hope the organists of the church know what a blessing those minutes are and feel the appreciation Amy and I are sending their way.