Perhaps the element of joyous unruliness that has been added to the liturgy is a far more faithful sign of the culture of God than any of the polish and dignity and niceness we had previously achieved. If Jesus compared the kingdom to a weed, it is a fair bet that it is not going to look all neat and carefully pruned and in its right place. And sure, we don’t have the same sort of silence. But it was never supposed to be about silence anyway. It was always supposed to be about stilling yourself and listening for what God might be whispering to you, and the sort of God whose kingdom looks like a shrubby weed is just as likely to be heard in the out-of-place voice of a small child as in some carefully cultivated deep silence.
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