Can you imagine what it must have been like to have been at the Temple that day Zechariah came out dumbfounded by the divine encounter with the Angel Gabriel? He was speechless, but pregnant with a word from God for the people. He couldn’t talk but he couldn’t keep quiet. He had a message but no voice.
We are a word saturated society. We talk, text, tweet, chat, journal, blog and post ad nauseam. As Solomon once said, “The more words you speak, the less they mean. So what good are they?” (Ecclesiastes 6:11). As we continue our Psalms of Christmas series this morning we are mesmerized by a priest who cannot prophesy; by a sage who cannot speak; by a messenger who is mute. His name is Zechariah. And while the story culminates in a crescendo of praise to God, it is the supernatural silencing of this seer for the better part of a year that gives his voice such volume. My prayer for you is that your soul might be silenced today; silenced from its fears, silenced from its doubts, silenced from its busyness, silenced from its frustrations, silenced from its worldliness. And in the silence you might hear the true and eternal sounds of Christmas: in short, that you would hear the voice of God.