The Gift of Winter: Weekly Message for 02-11-2020

Dear Fellow Digital Pilgrim, Pax Christi:

Is anything as silent as a country landscape after a heavy snowfall? When the wind dies down, the clouds scatter, the morning sun glints off the crystals of freshly fallen snow, and the whole world is hushed. But the hush isn’t fearful or anxious. It is a hush of contentment, fullness, and satisfaction. It is like the silence that comes to a child who crawls under warm covers after a day of playing outside in the snow, a sigh of quiet happiness that accompanies a gentle smile as the little soul drifts off to sleep. The hush that comes upon a winter’s day after a fresh snowfall is the sigh of quiet happiness and the gentle smile of a world at rest.

Do you remember hearing and feeling this hush? Do you remember bundling up in a thick coat and heavy boots, in mittens and scarves, then venturing outside into that winter wonderland? Stepping into the sacred silence. Making the first footprints. Do you remember?

It may not be easy to recall. Our world has become noisy. Audible noise, visual noise, and mental noise have become such constant companions that many people flee from silence. If, through an unlikely coincidence, silence surprises us, we panic. We whip out a smartphone and turn up the volume.

Is our noisiness a good thing? After all, summer is natural, but it’s noisy. Spring, too, has its noise. Noise has a place in the rhythm of the seasons. But so does silence. So does the quiet hush of a fresh snowfall.


I have always been an introvert. I value and am energized by alone time. So, I was surprised when I entered religious life and discovered that, up to that point, my life had been exceedingly, unhealthily noisy.

In the novitiate, which comprises the first two years of religious formation, we follow a monastic regimen. The reasoning behind it is simple. A religious novice is attempting to discern whether or not God is calling him to a life of vowed poverty, chastity, and obedience. Discerning that call involves patiently sifting through the often-hidden motivations behind a young man’s desire to become a religious priest. The environment of silence allows interior noise to settle and subside, like white flakes in an agitated snow globe after it is set down again.

A religious novice is also being introduced to a more intense spiritual life. This involves hours spent in prayer each day. It requires developing one’s faith and interior sensitivity to discern the voice of the Lord. Silence fosters the development of this spiritual sensitivity and becomes a training ground for the self-discipline required to maintain interior silence later on when the priest is sent back into the noisy world.

I liked the auditory silence. It was easy for me, as a thoughtful–maybe even brooding–introvert. What stunned and disoriented me was the visual silence. Television and movies were reserved for exceptional moments and limited to religious subjects. The images on the walls inside the cloister were few and consisted entirely of devotional content. We all wore the same religious habit and had the same haircut. You can imagine what a contrast it was to live in that kind of environment following years at the university and work in a major metropolis.

I felt keenly the lack of visual stimuli that had been my daily bread ever since I could remember: the nonstop bombardment of advertisers; the ebullient abundance of shapes and colors everywhere you look; the variety of clothing styles and colors; the incessant change of scenery as you move from home, to work, to the gym, to the store, to the mall, to a friend’s house. All that was simply unplugged.

What was the result? Surprising freedom. My sensory experience felt unshackled. I began to notice things I had never paid attention to before: the vibrancy of colors in the garden; the textures of tree trunks and stone and marble; the fragrances of the different seasons and of the weather changes; the taste of simple foods and water; the weight of humidity and the feel of the air I breathed as the temperature fluctuated.

When on liturgical feast days we would whip out the special vestments during Mass, listen to music in free time, or prepare something special for our meals, the sights and sounds and flavors would fill my senses in a way they didn’t before. The noise of the world around me no longer drowned out the music of God’s creation and providence. It was like being born again.


This experience isn’t exclusive to my vocation. It is an experience we can all enjoy and that God wants us all to enjoy. God has so much he wants to say to us! Silence creates space for us to hear him better.

Silence is necessary for hearing. Lovers prefer quiet corners for heart-to-heart exchanges. Amidst the din of a crowd, they cannot hear the words they wish to speak to each other. Likewise, for us to hear the words of wisdom and love that the Lord wishes to whisper to us, we need to weave silence into our lives.

We all need to make room for silence in our lives. Sometimes, we all need to put on our mittens and earmuffs and venture out into the pure hush of a landscape blanketed in fresh snow. That kind of silence is part of the gift of winter, a gift with surprising, delightful benefits.

Peace in Him,

Fr John Bartunek, LC

This letter was originally published as Chapter 1 in Winter Meditations.

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  1. This morning I woke up to just that , a fresh abundance of snow, an almost full moon in a winter wonderland, a picture postcard ! Thank you for your words Fr Bartunek. This is what I needed to hear today. Our need for silence has reached a whole new (necessary)level.
    God bless, Muriel

  2. I loved this chapter of Winter Meditations, as I loved the book which I just finished. I will be starting Spring Meditations soon. Thank you for the gift of this series – it is thought-provoking and life-changing. I love “Making it My Own.”

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