It’s a dark, British comedy that many find
- Excessively clever.
I only made it through an episode and a half.
But, I never forgot the Silent Singer.
In the show, this character could only be seen by the town librarian.
Sometimes the singer appeared to be across the street or on the other side of the library.
He would swing his long grey braids as he held his microphone stand.
Then, he would gyrate to a melody that no one else could hear.
“Not, now, Silent singer,” the Librarian would cry out every time, “Not now.”
That was my favorite part of the show.
The look on the librarian’s face when he knew the singer had come back.
The look on bystanders faces as they watched the librarian respond to empty space.
Call me cheesy.
Call me morbid.
Funny thing is, I think I have a Silent Singer of my own.
Fears that sing to my
When I freak out, people get confused.
It’s not like they can see the fear that’s singing in my head.
Maybe the singer is belting out a silent tune of “You Ain’t Nothin’ But a Hound Dog”.
Maybe it’s “Heartbreak Hotel”.
The Silent Singer is
1. A menace
2. A liar
3. A thief
who powerfully affects my physical world even though I only see him in my mind.
Yelling “Not now, Silent Singer” didn’t work for the library in Psychoville and it won’t work for me now.
According to second Corinthians 10:3,5 “…though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does.”
There is no time to mess around with thoughts bold enough to snatch away my joy and destroy my faith.
I’ve got to “…take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ”.
No other way.