One of John's greatest hits is a song called Brothers. The words arrive like popcorn, with tenors swapping the spotlight with basses, then everyone gliding back into harmony. I love it. One sentence that gets chopped up is "See how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to live in unity." It perhaps resembles a sports replay when phrases echo, (see how good, see how good, see how good...) but for me it is closer to a heartbeat.

 

The other morning I was responding to comments on social media and a woman expressed her complete confidence in God. It was dear. While there are days when it is my signature emotion too,  that particular day such sentiments had escaped. Hearing her reminded me that I once felt sure, and likely will again. But just then I was the quiet one. I reflected back her ample supply to complete the circle of certainty. 

 

The playfulness of a song that volleys words is a chance to see how we can be a safe house for one another. A friend was going through an unnerving time, and I offered to pray with her. 

 

"I can't pray anymore." She shook her head. "But you can pray for me." 

 

So I echoed the praise I have heard from her in sunnier seasons, and she borrowed my trust. 

 

It is good, it turns out. When we dwell in such a way that we can ease one another's forgetfulness, or despair, it is like a thread of music that takes turns being silent. Besides, when my mouth is shut I am poised to listen.