Father, what language do You speak?
Son, I speak the language of the heart.
I open my mouth. No words come out. Sighs, groans, shaking. Moans convey my meanings. Sobs say my supplications.
To the Father, even the mute man speaks. Even the dumb man articulates an ocean of understanding. Man may not even understand himself. He might not have the power to traverse the depths of his own unimagined mind. He may not have words to comprehend the hunger of His own heart.
But the Father always hears the heart of man speaking. The heart of man is sentience itself, a living sun of sentiment and sensation. Always singing, saying, and soliloquizing itself, the heart shines the color of its own condition and broadcasts the undisguised essence of its existence.
The heart of man brings forth the being of man.
The heart of man brings forth the being of man. For as a man thinks, so is he. Not only as a man reasons with his rational intellect, but also as a man navigates within the illusory ocean of inarticulate emotions, inclinations and desires, so is he.
The cries of children resonate with the language of the Father. They emanate the unfeigned and guileless truth of their being. Out of the mouths of infants He has prepared praise. Truth reigns in the unfettered tears and laughter of our little ones. Yet, in time, we teach them to hide the heart behind the mind. We teach them to veil truth behind subtlety and self-consciousness deception.
The Father desires truth in our innermost being, not because we can in any way deceive Him, but because we have mortally deceived ourselves.
The Father desires truth in our innermost being, not because we can in any way deceive Him, but because we have mortally deceived ourselves. Our hearts howl and shriek of death, but we mute the sound with transient toxins, vain distractions, and shallow sensuality. We cauterize our connection with the truth of our inner-oration and cease to hear the pleading voice of reconciling love.
This is why confession cleanses us. As soon as we recognize the depraved lies we believe, the strongholds of deception meant to kill, steal, and destroy us from the inside out, we have begun to allow the light of truth to expel the lurking darkness living in the headwaters of our hearts.
This is why His word sanctifies us; for His word itself is truth. All it takes is a single mustard seed to fall into the deep well of fertile soil for the life-giving shelter of the Kingdom to grow within us.
Holy Father, help us to hear the healing truth you are singing inside the deepest well of our hidden selves. Let that sound from heaven resound, reverberate and awaken all who slumber. Sanctify and set us free to live out the truth of who You say we are.
I hear the sound of a roaring fountain rising into eternal life.
Thank You so much for planting the seed of Your Son so that untold sons and daughters would arise to hear the burning tongue of Your Holy Spirit bubbling up on the inside of them. The language of God is laughing on the inside of us. Stop. Wait. Listen. Can you hear? I hear the sound of a roaring fountain rising into eternal life.