Last week in Sunday School we talked about Lent as a Season to Listen.
Surrounded by clamoring voices, social media, streaming music, pinging cell phones, it’s challenging to hear, a physical function, and even harder to listen, which engages the mind and heart to pay attention and try to understand.
Listening involves attentive silence and a willingness to wait before responding.
Jane, a friend, shared this acrostic for W A I T.
Isn’t it striking that of all the commands God could’ve given to Peter, James and John when they stood on the mountain of transfiguration with Jesus, God chooses,”This is my beloved Son, listen to him.” (Mark 9:7 NLT) God didn’t shout,”Bow down and worship my son; God said,”Listen to him.”
Real listening’s hard to do, so is experiencing silence.
Silence makes most of us nervous and eager to fill in the space.
In Word by Word, Marilyn McEntyre writes, “Silence allows the silt to settle so we can see what gleams and swims below the surface.”
Our culture’s knee-deep in silt.
Some days I can’t see my own feet from the hubbub of my own “much ado about nothing.”
For several days the second verse of an old hymn, written in 1897 by Clara Scott,(No, I didn’t personally know her!) keeps returning, nudging me to be still, wait and listen.
“Open my ears, that I may hear
Voices of truth thou sendest clear
And while the wave notes fall on my ear
Everything else will disappear.
Silently now I wait for Thee
Ready, my God, thy will to see,
Open my ears, illumine me, Spirit Divine.”
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