Why Are We Afraid of Silence?

I sat in the spiritual director’s office and wept. It was the darkest time I’d ever experienced, and I was doing my level best to make my life—and the lives of everyone in my wake—miserable. 

I had decided I was done with the Church, and I was still trying to decide if I was done with Jesus. The director just sat there watching me while I heaved big, wet, snotty sobs.