We often think of obedience as compliance with a command. But this would make God some sort of exalted drill sergeant. In my experience, most of the time, God doesn’t command. Rather, God sings, and I sing back.
The singing, I mean, can be as jubilant as the red of God-made tomatoes, as the soaring of a kite or the splashing of children in a pool. The singing is my heart’s joyous response. But God’s singing can also be as heavy as the fragrance of lilies in a funeral home, heavy as the news of a friend’s grief. God’s singing can be as light as harpsichord music or a spring outing, as sad as the howling of a night train or the evening news. It can be cheerful, enchanting, challenging, amusing. In everything we experience we can hear God singing, if we listen attentively.
— from the book The Way of Silence: Engaging the Sacred in Daily Life by Brother David Steindl-Rast
