We all go to bed thinking of things.
And while we are all very unique;
…gifts from God never to be repeated,
…I am also sure that we have some things in common.
I WAS IN THE BASEMENT
And I could hear above me the soft voice of my six year old daughter praying the divine mercy chaplet (singing it actually) as she was preparing for bed.
So when I came into her room to give to her that daddy blessing she has received ever since she was a baby,
…I was expecting her to smile warmly and tell me how much she loves the prayer…
…that’s what I would have said.
BUT I WAS WRONG.
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“I’m praying a lot” she began, “because my ears are broken.”
“Oh” I replied.
“Yeah,” she continued, “if I pray a lot I will become a saint and then I will be able to hear God better. But right now, they’re broken.”
“You don’t hear God, Hannah?”
“Oh yeah, I hear Him, but it’s just that I’m a bad listener.”
AND THIS ALL MADE ME THINK
How many of us really have broken ears?
How many of us know God is talking to us…
…but when it comes down to it…
…we are just bad listeners?
For the time being, Hannah (like all of us) has it backwards.
We don’t hear God better by becoming saints; we become saints by listening to God.
So hey, incline your ear.
God has been speaking to you. Don’t you think it is time you listened?
in Christ, patrick