“Can you hear me now?”

Several years ago we finally went the way of modern innovation by disconnecting our land line in preference to our cell phones.  That was a big step when you consider my children themselves actually bought us an answering machine for the old phone prior to that since they “could never get a hold of” us.  Of course, Bob’s cell is of little use since he leaves it lying on the dresser in the front room…all the time.

Yes, technology comes slowly to my home.

The challenge I have with cells phones is the inconsistency.  Depending on “the service area” and “the carrier”, calls get dropped, or can be really hard to hear.  Our eldest daughter used to live in a part of L.A. notorious for bad cell reception.  During one wild fire season, (akin to our Midwestern tornado season I am told), I received something like this:

“Hi Mom….(crzhrhhhrzzz)….fires close…(zxsssssgrrrrccrr)….heard on news, ok for now….(chrrrrrsszzarckkkkk)…..

Naturally, when something important like that is coming through, one tends to strain a little more to get the message.  I think that’s also an old teacher trick to quiet down some unruly kids; i.e., start talking more softly, and curiosity gets the best of them if nothing else.  With all the newer brain studies and neuro-imagining (talk about technology!), I’d love to see what the brain looks like when it’s really focused on something.

I figure God knew something about this magnificent piece of organic technology we call the brain (since He created it) when Jesus said this:

“To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given, and they will have an abundance of knowledge. But for those who are not listening, even what little understanding they have will be taken away from them.”

Interestingly, He’s not just talking about more knowledge, but more understanding.  That is, application, and how it all fits together in the context of the larger picture.  A.K.A., wisdom.  The challenge,…no, the danger comes when I don’t discipline myself to listen, even strain if you will, because we all know in our work-a-day world of noise both external and internal, real listening is a lost art. 

To only hear the first part of that phone call from California might have set off a small panic, but focused attention to get the FULL message, even though some of the words were muffled, gave me what I needed to know.  The rest was verifiable later in a follow up phone call.

God is speaking, albeit sometimes in a “still, small voice”, that strategic teacher voice.  It’s just a matter of if I’m in a place of adequate reception.

Matthew 13:12  Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

The Voice Not Easily Heard

Ed is working on his advanced degree while he and his wife are raising two small children.  I can relate, since I helped “push my husband through” his Ph.D. process with three kids in tow.  (When the very precious piece of paper arrived in the mail, I told Bob that this was “our” diploma!)

Ed is also dealing with a recently diagnosed genetic blood disorder that has thrown his health, as well as his family’s bank account, into a bit of turbulent waters.  (I can say this because it’s on his blog.) But in spite of this, and most importantly, Ed is a man of faith in the God of wonders, Who is all good, all wise, and all powerful.  Thank you, Ed, for the privilege  of posting your work!  (As always, here’s the disclaimer.)

THE VOICE NOT EASILY HEARD

written by Edmond Sanganyado

*inspired by Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken

 

Two voices whispered in a dark room

One many and the other only just solo

One a rustling mopane leaf in autumn

One a thousand and one echoes of wonder

I listened intently, but could only hear one

 

Of many, I heed with all my might

For one was too quiet in this lonely night

As the stars, the loud echoes became light

Illuminating my path, it all seemed right

I followed the snarly breeze like a kite

 

I looked far ahead as I followed the train

Not only I, but billions trailed the many

No pain, no rain, all gain, but then, no brain

Only a promise of a dance, laughter and joy

Because it was a call to a never-ending party

 

And that night both voices equally spoke

The scattered letters meant the same, Come

Indeed, I listened to the other, not the first

The second seems arose from my heart’s rest

And that communion was too luring for jest

 

One day, I will recall with bouts of shame

In the distant past, a decision once stood

Two voices once called me from the dark, but I

Heed the one with a bait of quick happiness

Yet, the still small voice never stopped calling

–Let your life of faith transform society

 

Used with permission.  Drop over to Ed’s blog at : http://gracemusing.com