Undoubtedly there are all sorts of languages in the world, yet none of them is without meaning. I Cor. 14:10
I have two beautiful grandsons; 7 and 4. They are both affectionate and have always liked to curl up in my arms. As a “Nana” who lives close by to them, I have had the joy of rocking them to sleep more times than I can count. Though they are both no longer babies, and though they are long and their legs dangle off the end of my lap, we still cuddle from time to time.
When they were babies, neither was able to talk with intelligible words yet we enjoyed communicating as if we really understood each other. They would mumble some syllables and I would whisper in their ear, “Is that so!.” This went on for as long as it took for them to fall asleep. Did it matter that we were not speaking concrete thoughts? Not to me. Not to them. It was all about a language of connectedness.
Mary was like any other mother and bonded with her child, the infant Jesus. Could she sense His divinity even though His language was yet without words? What tender stories surrounded His infancy? We’ll never know unless Mary feels led to share some of them with us in heaven.
Our faith is still a mystery in many ways. Plunge into the depths of God and we experience unintelligible language there, too. His glory defies words and though our hearts burst with the wonder of it, human language cannot capture it. Prayer is all about spending time in His presence; connecting, with or without words. The resting is restorative. The love is transformational. The heart language is understood.
When our prayers transcend to a place of no words, the place where two spirits meet to commune in silence, we have really moved into a deeper dimension. Whether my intercession today is filled with words, or is wordless, prayer is to be celebrated. God is a Father who holds me closely, hears my sighs, sees my tears, senses my false starts, and understands each one perfectly.
Make me fluent in the things of Your Spirit. Amen.