Your Shaking World

The world is shaking. 
Your world is shaking.
 It comes when you least expect it; when you don't pay attention.
 You sanction others while you reward yourself. You mind the business of others while your own crumbles beneath you.
 The darkness threatens to envelop you as you scramble to keep your footing on solid ground; the ground that crumbles, giving way, just as your heart crumbled when you gave away your soul.
Do not look to others for the blame; that which is in your heart is the truth. 
At times it is ugly; it reeks of shame and guilt.
Does God ask this of you? Who is to blame? Who is to carry this guilt and shame? Who's burden shall it be?
You struggle and toil, carry it and then ignore. Yet you never think to lay it down?
Who encourages your grief, your shame, your pain?

Have you ever heard an angel whisper? So many of us have heard the gentle rustlings, and felt the inner tugging only to disregard; to tun our minds away. We close our hearts and open the door to distractions. We turn up the music and drown out those persistent whispers of old. We hasten through our day, complaining of that which is natural; the weather, children, the elderly. Why is that? We turn our backs on what's important. We bury our heads in work and burrow forward in the dark; leaving behind our sense of self and community.

Is it truly a whisper? Do you hear them? For those who hear that subtle whisper, it comes from a distance. That great expanse between your heart and God. He sends them for us, yet we often ignore. They do not whisper. They shout! They herald their message to you like the sound of a trumpet on a battlefield. Their mission is to help, but you must hear them. They live among us. They walk among the living, and give encouragement to the dead. Their income is the Spirit of God. Their payment is completion of their mission.

They shout their message to you, yet the whisper is all we hear, if we hear it at all. Their persistence is part of what they are. Truth, integrity, love, compassion, and empathy is the substance of angels. 

Shall we hear them? Maybe you already have. Did they speak to you through another? Were just the right words uttered by someone at just the time you needed to hear them? Did some stranger notice your pain, and smile with a comforting look? Did you hear the whisper?
They are here for you. They grieve with us, they fight for us; they expand our love for one another. They protect, guide, and heal with their direction. Constant and vigilant. Their mission to help mankind goes forward even if we do not pay attention. As we tune out and bury our hearts and minds; they do battle for us every minute.

What might happen should we raise our heads and listen? What if we opened our hearts and uncluttered our minds? What if you found a still place in nature and just allowed? Might you hear that distant shout?