Lord, teach me to listen. The times are noisy and my ears are weary with the thousand raucous sounds which continuously assault them. Give me the spirit of the boy Samuel when he said to You, “Speak, for Your servant hears.” Let me hear You speaking in my heart. Let me get used to the sound of Your voice, that its tones may be familiar when the sounds of earth die away and the only sound will be the music of Your speaking voice. Amen” (A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God) ”
Speak, Lord, for Your servant hears!
A Muslim friend gave me a slim little volume by a Muslim teacher one time and asked me to read it. Curious about their faith, I read it. He spoke about guarding one’s heart and the pathways to the heart. They are sensory pathways- our eyes, ears, noses, voices, and the conscious sense of presence among influencers. It was interesting to me that he said the MOST significant pathway is the ears….what we hear. We can close our eyes or even move away from some influences. But it is harder to not hear that which is around us. To what do we choose to listen? In reading the Psalms, we are told, also, to “guard our hearts.” As one reads, these same “pathways” to our souls, the sensory pathways, are noted. Bad company corrupts. A good friend blesses. Smells that enter during times of trauma can become a noxious memory just as sweet fragrances can become a precious reminder of a dear person or precious time. Sounds of laughter, joy, and praise lift and delight our hearts. Sounds of agony, crying and cursing chill our spirits. Be careful little eyes, little ears.
(CBB 7/9/21)