Joan of Arc spoke with conviction and authority, and she was burnt at the stake—so goes the legend. That was in a context when several of the male-domineering figures refused to speak, lest they pay a price. While several of the acts in the name of God need be looked with a critical eye, more devastating is the silence of the faith community in contexts where they should have been prophetic voices. They claim to be the voice of the voiceless, but end up robbing them of whatever little mumbles that are left. When biblical illiteracy is celebrated and, in the name of God, crusaders keep lashing harangues at the neighbour, the appalling silence of the faith communities is deafening. So is it when digital distancing makes real-time people-to-people interaction lesser and lesser, when marriage and sexuality are being constantly redefined, where hyper and pseudo intellectualisms are being defined by strange allegiances that blind people to harsh life realities around, where creation, care and wiping the tear of the neighbour become lesser and lesser of a priority. This silence becomes unbearably painful when the evil of caste still makes itself manifest within the structures and systems of faith, when gender discrimination, exclusivity and injustice continue to be the order of the day, when violence of the elderly and violations of the vulnerable become rampant, when economic injustice and power dynamics make life harsher and harder for the poor and the marginalised.