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God's ears A funny thought - if we're made in God's image, are His ears like ours? I was outside a large meeting room where 50-60 people waited to hear a visiting professor. One could have been excused for thinking this room was full of excited rock fans, or very large, heavy bees. But these were refined people of senior years, making a continuous din which ebbed and flowed, with just an occasional recognisable word emerging from the muddle. ìRhubarb, rhubarb . . . ' as Spike Milligan would have said. The steady hum ceased only at the 'ting' of the speaker's bell. Do you suppose that is how the world sounds to God? A perpetual Tower of Babel, all voices clamouring 'me, me, over here!'. I could barely distinguish individual voices in the room. We presume that God does, so his ears must be better tuned. By the time you read this we will have celebrated the wonder of Easter. It could well have been swallowed up in the hideous sounds of 'Shock and Awe' and agonising flesh. The clamour of countless prayers and curses, all souls vying for divine help. Prayers long and heartfelt, short and desperate; beautifully liturgical, harshly vernacular: God hears the lot. You wonder if he ever feels like sticking His fingers in His perfect ears and yelling 'Quiet! Listen!' Like Mrs Richards on Fawlty Towers He might say ' why don't you use the ears I gave you?' When God speaks, would we use our ears? Or, like Polly, do we think it 'wears the batteries?' |
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