Sola Scriptura: When Heaven Seems Silent

If you've ever spent time on a farm, you know the look of a drought. When you stare at a patch of dry, cracked ground, you realize something profound: it is utterly helpless. That dirt cannot reach up and pull the clouds down. It just lies there, broken, barren, and waiting. If we are completely honest with ourselves, that is exactly how our souls feel when heaven seems silent. So we try to search for water substitutes. We try to quench our deep thirst with sugary substitutes. We drink the sweet lemonade of entertainment, we gulp down career success, or we sip on busy, exhausting religion. But like drinking lemonade on a hot day, it only leaves us thirstier. The false moisture vanishes, and we are left cracked and empty all over again.