I know that it is very difficult to get rid of the manifold problems that can assail us and trouble our silence. How can we ask a mother whose child is seriously ill to hold at bay all the painful thoughts that constantly assail her? How can we ask a man who has just lost his wife, carried off by a long illness, to set aside the veil of sadness that is breaking his heart so as to rediscover a certain quality of silence? Yet even if daily life is as difficult as it can be, God nevertheless remains present in each one of us. He is a patient, faithful, and merciful God, who waits untiringly. The most difficult thing is probably to come to our senses, to be quiet, to turn toward the Father, to repent and say: “ ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have bread enough and to spare, but I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me as one of your hired servants.” ’ And he arose and came to his father” (Lk 15: 17-20). The journey toward heaven consists of rediscovering our silent interior life in which God dwells and waits for us, watching the horizon.

– Cardinal Sarah, “The Power of a Silence…”



Noise is a desecration of the soul, noise is the “silent” ruin of the interior life.

Man always has the tendency to remain outside himself. But we must ceaselessly come back to the interior castle. We discover this noise painfully when we decide to stop what we are doing to enter into prayer. Often the great din colonizes our interior temple. The modern world has multiplied the most toxic noises, which are so many malignant enemies of peace of heart. In a secularized, materialistic, and hedonistic world, in which wars, bombs, and submachine gunfire, acts of violence and barbarism are the common currency, where assaults on the dignity of the human person, the family, and life affect people at their very core, respect for silence has become the least of humanity’s worries. And yet God hides himself in silence.

From “The Power of Silence” by Cardinal Sarah




Morning meditation

Out exploring near a bridge on the Mississippi River.
After Morning Prayer I just had the urge to go see God’s
foggy morning.







Couple of guys in meditation along the river




From “The Sayings of the Desert Fathers”:

It is good also to bear in mind the great afflictions of
humankind so that the hard and insensitive soul may be softened
and become sensitive to its own evil condition. Weakness in love
of one’s brothers results from allowing logismoi (thoughts) of jealousy
to get in, trusting in your own heart, and an unwillingness to
suffer anything contrary to one’s own choice.
Be of a mind (with the help of God) before all else not to trust
your own ideas at all; with all your strength humble yourself
before the brothers and cut your own will off from yourself.
If one of them insults you or another afflicts you some day,
pray for him as though he were performing great things for you
[in the role of] a physician to your vanity (as the fathers said).
As a result of that, your anger is lessened, for as the holy fathers
say, love is the bridle of anger. Above all, intercede with God to
grant you vigilance and intelligence to know ‘his good, acceptable,
and perfect will’ [Rom 12: 2] and also the power to be
made ‘perfect in every good work’”