The first thing that I do when I hop into my phat ‘93 To-YO-ta Corolla is turn on some music.  Seeing as I don’t even have a CD player in my car, I scan the FM dial to find something that catches my attention.  It’s the worst is when there’s a lull on the airways and I can’t find anything that I want to hear.  I keep scanning, though, just to fill the silence.  Sometimes I go through every station in Seattle nine times before I find something to listen to.

As much as I hate to confess this, I am a huge fan of ol’ skool, underground hip-hop.  One of my favorite groups from back in the day is a group called Digable Planets (you may remember the song, “Cool Like That”).  In one of their songs the three band members chant for their chorus, “We make noise, noise, noise, noise.” What is it about us that we must have noise all the time?  Is it just me, or is silence something that we’re afraid of?  It is almost as if noise is an addiction of mine; I have to have it and if I can’t find it, I make it.

Breaking an addiction is always hard.  Addiction is selfish, so leaving it behind means you have to let go of something.  It’s a strange, poignant place to be in, but it’s also life-changing, life-beginning.

Last Thursday I was on my way home after a long day of meetings.  Knowing that I a 40 minute commute home, I assumed that the time would be spent returning phone calls and listening to the radio.  God had other plans for me though.  As I turned the car on, I set my cell phone aside and turned the radio off.  As I started my trek home, something was different.  I entered into an encounter with God.  Suddenly my Corolla was converted into a confessional whereby I entered into dialogue with the Divine.  It was as though I was in a sanctuary with Jesus.  Suddenly life slowed down to a pace where I was able to hear Him.  It was in the silence that I found Him.

For the remaining 40 minute drive, I put my car into cruise control at 60 mph (a miracle in and of itself!), got into the slow lane (miracle #2), and experienced sacred space on I-5.


When was the last time you heard Jesus speak to you?  When was the last time you embraced silence?  Today on your way either to or from work, turn the radio off, set the mobile phone down and enter into sacred space with Jesus.

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About Matthew Gamble

Communicator, Consultant, Coach. Founder of a non-profit VagaBondservant Int'l that takes me all over the world exploring the life and teachings of Jesus.

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