I just needed to get away. The stress of ministry life, family life, and just life seemed to be overwhelming to me. I described my life as a stereo turned up all the way and the volume control was broken off. I didn’t need to just turn down the noise–I needed to turn it off.

After a particularly hectic and exhausting few months, I decided to find a quiet and secluded place to hide. I had heard about a caboose that was in the backyard of a rural property about a half hour east of my house. It had been taken off the tracks and plopped in a secluded place, retrofitted with a couch, a few blankets, a heater, and a table inside. The owner was more than willing to let me to use it for the day.

As I drove east, the four-lane highway soon became a two-lane street and finally a dirt road. I traveled farther from civilization and deeper into farming acreage of Parker, Colorado. Eventually–after passing some hills, horses, and barns–I came to the address of the home with the old red caboose in the back. True to the owner’s description, the small caboose looked like an enlarged version of the toy train car I played with as a kid. I let myself through the side gate, unlocked the caboose, and entered into . . . silence. There I sat smack-dab in what felt like the middle of nowhere. No traffic. No neighbors. No blaring car stereos. No helicopters thumping overhead.

And no Internet connection. Or cell signal.

It wasn’t an hour after I arrived for my “silent retreat” that I felt the undeniable symptoms of withdrawal. You know exactly what I mean. I quickly discovered that I am just as susceptible as anyone when there’s no Wi-Fi or cell signal available. As much as I tried to suppress the feelings, I grew anxious and uneasy. I got fidgety. I paced. I compulsively checked my phone to see if any bars magically appeared.

Most of us don’t like to admit it, but when we are not connected to the outside world through our devices, it feels like a major crisis. How in the world did people survive when they had to put letters in the mail and wait a week for a reply? Or find a payphone on the street corner to make a call? Or obtain news from a daily newspaper or weekly magazine? Those days are drastically different from the 24/7 connectivity we experience today.

Few things in our modern life are as important as having a connection. Chances are that right now you have a Smartphone nearby, or a tablet, or some other device that keeps you in touch with friends, coworkers, family, celebrities, and your go-to websites. When we lose connection, we feel lost, edgy, even desperate.

What applies to our cell phones also applies to our spiritual lives, with far more significant implications. Sometimes when we attempt to connect with God, it seems as if we can’t access Him. The line has gone dead. The signal has dropped.

I imagine that you and I have had similar experiences, probably many times: In the midst of a painful situation, you cry out to God, longing for connection with Him, only to find . . . nothing. Silence. No reply. Our prayers seem to bounce right off the ceiling and back into our lap. We wait for God to speak to us in that still, small voice, but He doesn’t appear eager to dialogue.

We might chuckle at ourselves for feeling antsy when we lose Wi-Fi connection, but there’s nothing remotely funny about the times when God goes silent. People of faith often say the most painful times in their spiritual journey are when they really need God and it feels like He’s really not there. We’re left to wonder, Doesn’t He care? Has He turned His back on me? Why would He allow me to go through life alone? 

Nothing is more disheartening than feeling that God has gone silent.

I used to walk the streets of Chicago when it rained. I found this was the best time to have a good crying session because people couldn’t tell the difference between teardrops and raindrops. That was a season of my life when I felt that God was nowhere to be found. I was studying at Bible school, dating a Christian girl in hopes to make her my wife, even preaching most weekends. But I still felt far from God.

There were nights I would lay in my bed and bite down on the sheets as I cried, hoping no one in the house would hear me. It is a terrifying thing when God feels distant. The fear of messing something up, disappointing God, or acting in solitude will paralyze any soul. When we don’t sense God in our life, we experience confusion more than clarity and fear more than comfort.

Though my life has been relatively short, it has been filled with many trials and lessons that caused me to grow up quickly. Some of those are tied to major changes or decisions I had to make at a young age. Some of them are tied to loss of people or situations I never expected. If I am honest with myself, I can say that there was a sense of God’s presence in some of these situations, but not all of them. When I prayed, I sometimes felt like I was making a call and no one was picking up on the other end. All I wanted was clarity.

If God would have just told me which way to turn, I was willing to obey. Yet He wasn’t telling me anything. If God would have just explained the loss, I may not have questioned so much. Those were the times when God felt more like a math tutor, having me do it on my own first and then He would show me where I messed up after I already tried to solve the problem. While that may not have been true, that’s how it felt.

Then there are the mundane days of life when God’s voice feels muffled. The busyness of my job and family life cause Him to feel far. Everyone else seems to grab for my attention. Every other created thing—even the crickets—seems to have a louder voice than God. It’s like He is sitting in the corner refusing to talk until everything else is quiet. I can’t blame Him. He deserves the right to speak without other things distracting from His voice. But I can’t seem to slow down or silence the noise, so He stays hushed instead. As my caboose getaway reinforced, finding stillness and solitude is easier said than done, even when we make a concerted effort.

When the line goes quiet, you can’t help but wonder if you had a bad connection. 

Overcoming fear, gaining clarity, or feeling comfort are all real desires in our relationship with God at one time or another. When we don’t experience these, doubts and discontent begin to bubble to the surface. Most of us start to look at our own life and try to put a finger on something that caused God to stop talking. We treat God as if He is another person, assuming that we ticked Him off somehow and He is giving us the silent treatment. Even our close friends give us the cold shoulder sometimes, so why wouldn’t God?

Then, if we can’t seem to pinpoint why He is mad or choosing to shut down, we start to get frustrated with Him. Our prayer life is filled with desperate pleas for Him to talk—or at least tell us what we did to make Him stop talking. Once again, we treat Him like another version of us, assuming His silence is an emotional reaction more than an intentional decision.

Yesterday, a woman came up to me, weeping, at the end of our church service. A saintly soul who has walked with God for more than thirty years, she mumbled through her tears, “I can’t feel God like I used to, and it’s freaking me out.” My stomach lurched and landed in my throat because I knew exactly how she felt. I’ve been there.

How do you make sense of a God who is supposed to be everywhere but seems to be nowhere? I am familiar with His promises to always be present—to never leave me nor forsake me. I have written sermons on that topic. However, knowing a truth and believing a truth can be two very different things.

With chagrin, I admit that much of my relationship with God has relied on feeling His presence. If I felt like He was with me, then He must have been. If I didn’t feel Him, then one of us had walked away. But what if God pulling away is not an emotional response? What if my feelings are really secondary to the primary purpose of God’s silence?

Overcoming God’s silence starts by understanding why He is so quiet.

This may not surprise you, but I hope it brings you comfort: You are not the first person who has experienced God’s silence. You are not the first to get frustrated with Him, fume at Him, and perhaps even shake a fist at Him. There are many examples of people in the Bible who waited on God when He seemingly went mute.

Abraham wanted God to say something as he marched up to Mount Moriah to sacrifice his son . . . but nothing.

Moses wandered in the desert for years, longing for God to talk and do something . . . but nothing.

Job’s life imploded before His eyes, and He wanted answers from God . . . but nothing.

Isaiah was an unpopular preacher, hated by his hearers for the judgment he kept yelling about. All he wanted was for God to back him up . . . but nothing.

The apostle Paul begged God to release him of suffering, or at least explain it . . . but nothing.

Many examples of God’s silence exist, but in all of them we see God do something great as the people waited or as a result of their waiting.

Trusting God is the antidote for overcoming fear and confusion associated with His silence. When I learn to trust the heart of God, then hearing His voice is seemingly irrelevant.

King David has the most recorded instances of praying for God to open His mouth. As we begin this journey, we also pray, “O God, do not keep silence; do not hold your peace or be still, O God!” (Ps. 83:1 ESV).

What we learn from these towering figures of the faith is that they had the same struggles we do. Many times, they felt not towering but tiny. Yet they demonstrated the courage and perseverance to push through their doubts about God. They endured their own times of asking, “Where’s God?”

My hypothesis is that God’s silence is one of His greatest tools for cultivating our dependence upon Him. We will explore together to see if this is true, biblically and practically. I will open my life to humbly offer some lessons I’ve learned on my faith journey—usually lessons learned the hard way—about what it means to develop trust in a God who can exasperate us with His reticence. More important, we will learn from biblical characters and other encouraging examples of faithful, though fearful, believers. They have much to teach us.

I dare to believe we can come to know that we are not, in fact, alone even though we feel like it. We can come to learn that God is exceedingly worthy of trust even when our hearts are full of fear and our minds full of doubt. Our faith can be fortified when we believe that God is true to His word: He will never, ever leave us.

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  1. Great article but it says the same thing. It’s repetitive to
    Other writers on the topic. I have been crying out to God for 28 months. I have addresses u checked sin. I beg and plead. Things only seem to get worse. I scour my Bible and read about the silence of God, yet there is deafening, question your sanity silence. I listen to
    Sermon after sermon on Hods silence and it is the same as when Augustine wrote about it, or any of the prophets of yore.

    As the world
    Continues to ravel, why does Hod appear to
    Forget his predestines chosen? I get the waiting thing, but God created us in His image. So when the Bible shows His displeasure with us, are we not to show our displeasure when we are drifting aimlessly in a sea of evil!!!

    • Hi John, I’m sorry about the silence you’ve experienced from God. Have you read books from Philip Yancey or stories of “The Dark Night of the Soul” or even the biography of Mother Teresa?

      Although these books don’t offer “answers” they do offer interesting perspectives on silence as well as the acknowledgement that this too can be part of the believer’s walk.

      God’s silence to the Israelites in between the old and new testaments was 400 years.

      I just mention these just to reiterate you are not alone. But God’s silence is not his absence. Hang in there…. Keep seeking His face John.


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