My brother is nine years older than me, my sister 5 years older. Yep, that makes me the baby. The three of us are different from each other in many ways, yet we have one thing in common. We are people of few words. None of us are big talkers, yet we show our love in quiet ways.
When I was little, our parents divorced. My sister and I stayed with mom. We had very little money and shopping for new clothes did not happen very often. My sister was skilled with the sewing machine and reading patterns and she sewed me new outfits every now and then. A new top, a new dress made me feel special and I would be on top of the world. Her quiet love came through.
My brother, a master carpenter, made me 6 ½ ft. x 5 ½ ft. bookshelves for my 16th birthday present. He built four drawers at the bottom. It was beautiful to me and I loved it. This went into my bedroom at the time to hold all my teenage treasures. His quiet love came through.
As I ponder on this, another powerful quiet love comes to my mind…Jesus love. When Jesus was being tortured and mocked, how did He respond? With quiet love. When the people sneered at him, spit at him and made fun of Him for saying He was the Son of God, how did He respond? With quiet love. When they drove the nails into His hands and feet and hung Him up on the cross, how did He respond? With quiet love.
Imagine the noise coming from the crowds accusing Him, demanding He be crucified. Imagine the noise coming from the ones administering the torture, and the crowds growing louder and louder. What did Jesus do? He remained quiet. Why? Because He was doing the Fathers will. Why? Because He loved the Father and He loved you and me so much that there were no more words for Him to speak. He spoke the loudest with no words through His blood being spilt, carrying that heavy, wooden cross, and hanging on that cross suffering physically until God received His spirit.
His quiet love was so powerful that it touched one of thieves to his side and made this thief realize that Jesus was who He said He was and the thief wanted to be remembered by Him.
Such powerful, amazing love came through the quietness of this man, Jesus, through the most brutal of events towards Him.
I can’t leave the story here though. You know how it ends. He was raised three days later. Was there a parade? Was there fanfare? No…just a quiet entrance back into the presence of His disciples, and then 40 days later, a quiet ascension back to Heaven. There is something to be said for quiet. It’s in the quiet that we hear our Saviors voice the loudest. In our quiet times, let Him hear our voice telling Him how much we love Him, and then when we are out in the noise of the world, show Him our love by our actions, however quiet they may be.
My Lord shows His quiet love every single minute of every single day. He is always there by my side helping me through every moment, blessing me every which way, guiding me to see all the gifts He is giving. My bookshelves from my brother now proudly sit in my dining room, holding books written by ones who love the Lord, and with loved ones pictures in their frames. I feel my brothers love through this masterfully crafted piece. My sister shows her quiet love now through the many prayers she offers up for me and my family. My siblings live over 700 miles away from me now, but every once in awhile, they call me to see how I’m doing. The quiet love flows through the telephone lines and makes me smile. I think they are smiling too…in their own quiet way.
May you all be blessed as you ponder this week about the death, buriel and resurrection of our Lord and Savior.
sshhhh. . .do you hear His quiet love?