The Song Of The Meadowlark

Read 1 Kings 19:11 & 12
And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. v 12b TLB

Perhaps you have to be at least 40 something to know what I'm talking about. But some of you will remember the sweet experience of driving down a country road with car windows rolled down. Yes, for you younger readers, there was a time when the only air conditioning in cars came from outside the car. While dusty roads, pollen, and hot, dry winds did not make for a totally pleasurable experience, there was one very delightful aspect to countryside drives in days of yore - and that was the song of the meadowlark.

Meadowlarks were plentiful back then in our area. The miniature black and yellow bird preferred roadside fence posts to trees and would sing his little heart out. His cheerful warble gave you the impression that there was no greater pleasure in life than sitting on a fence post.

I have become as partial to my sterile, comfortable air conditioned environment as the next person. Taking advantage of the speed and convenience of our nation's tangle of interstate highways, thus avoiding the quiet countryside, I will, however, miss out on the meadowlark moments. 

As I hear the tinkling trill of the tiny bird (now only in my memory) I have to ask myself how many spiritual meadowlark momentsI have missed in my busy existence. A quotation from Francois de Salignac Ferelon goes as follows: "How rare it is to find a soul quiet enough to hear God speak." That quotation brings to mind a thought that someone shared with me recently. Multitasking is the opposite of experiencing the moment. We drive and talk on cell phones or blast music on the car radio. We walk with headphones blasting music into our ears. We often conduct ourselves as if silence were a dangerous thing -- to avoided at all cost.

The meadowlark is not likely to miraculously find its way to my office desk or my front porch. Chances are he would not be at all happy either place. Nor am I likely to hear God's booming voice breaking into a radio station or television program. That was not God's style when Elijah sought his voice, and it is not now.

It is an awesome thought that the Creator of the universe chooses to use a gentle whisper -- that He refuses to force Himself upon us. But, then neither does the meadowlark. Neither do most of the truly valued things in life.

God of peace, quiet our restless hearts that we may hear your gentle whisper. Amen

Madeline, Nebraska, USA