The Lord Is My Chef Sunday Music, 07 April 2019

Hello…! Today is the last Sunday of Lent. It is hoped that by this time since Ash Wednesday, we have slowly acquired a contemplative spirit of prayerful silence. It is something very essential not only during these 40 days and in the coming Holy Week. It is only in silence can we truly find balance in life as we discover what is valuable and what is worthless, things that last and things that pass. Silence teaches us to slow down, to be more discerning, and more trusting. It is in silence where we learn to pray deeply, to enter into communion with God to allow Him to suffuse us with His love and grace, mercy and forgiveness to be transformed into a better person.

In today’s gospel only found in St. John’s account, we find the remarkable silence of Jesus Christ among the crowd demanding his opinion on whether the woman caught committing adultery should be stoned to death or not as per the Law given by Moses. Jesus chose to be silent so we may realize that issues of sin and evil are best resolved in a contemplative spirit where we find the value of every person.

“Condemn the sin, not the sinner.” History has shown us that where there is severity in measures against evil, we find only more deaths and burials happening but never peace and justice. In Christ Jesus, we have found and experienced God’s mercy so abounding and closest to us sinners if we are truly sorry and ready to change. It is in silence where we discover our sinfulness that leads us to conversion which leads us to more silence which is the contemplative spirit.

In the spirit of this Sunday gospel about the woman caught committing adultery, I invite you to listen anew to Paul Simon’s classic “The Sound of Silence” first released in 1964 with his friend Art Garfunkel. It was a commercial flop upon its release but, “silently” the following year when some radio stations started playing it in Florida and Boston areas when it gained followers, forcing Columbia records to rerelease the song in 1965.

 
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence 

 And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence 

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence