Wisdom speaks

I've seen you up there. Face to the crowd, podium at arm's length. "Something to say", so you say. I suppose it's true. There is always something to be said. And we're always talking. Always teaching. always yearning to contribute and confess as much as we long to receive and suppress. Yes, suppression is actually sweeter. Not in any politically correct sense, but in the actualized lives that we lead. The less we share the more we know. It means we take life in: observing all its complexities and embracing all its criticism. The more we take in the stronger we feel. And yet I fear one might suffocate under the weight of wisdom--- not in and of itself, but in all of its empty promise. Enjoy the opportunity to come up for air.

While you've got something to say, be certain to listen to what is being said. Turn down the music. Turn down the noise. Listen, ever so careful, for Wisdom's voice. Sometimes it's soft, and subtle like a cloud. Sometimes it's thunderous, booming, and loud. Without fail there is something to learn. And once we learn it we will have something to share again. That doesn't mean stop. No, one mustn't stop honing the skill and educating the intellect or sharing the source. It only means learn while you listen, and educate as you experience. Have patience for ignorance. Remember your own. Find comfort in correcting and Blessing in the basics. After all, isn't that the thrill? To teach the unteachable and love the unloveable. To open the mind of the menace, maybe even a minister.

Although it has been distant, the smile on me is distinct. It marks my pride. Your promise. Our progress. Perhaps it should be said with much more fervor and faith: face the crowd, podium at arm's length, and offer the people that something you have to say. For you. Your growth, your hope, and your testimony. Find strength and renewal, and honestly lean on God for something good and lasting to say.

Say it again, teacher. Until the world has heard.