Grandson in deep thought…
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