A friend of ours told us a remarkable story. Her brother’s little daughter, four years old, is a very boisterous child. She always spoke a few decibels to loud. The other day she went in for a tonsillectomy and the doctor discovered that she had excessive wax in the inner side of her ears; grommets.
Both the operations were successful. As they drove home, she covered her ears and said (in a much softer voice),
“The cars are driving so loud today!”
The little child had a hearing impairment for quite some time …
When I heard that story I found something of myself in it. When I need spiritual grommets I also raise my voice and have a very bad speaking-listening ratio. I become an insensitive brute running over people – ever so ready to give My unsolicited advice.
I want to develop a theology on the Father’s chest. Recognizing the loud driving of the culture; training myself to hear the whisper, I want to grow into the type of person that allows others to also hear the voice.
He who has ears, let him hear
I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure. Matthew 12:15;25-26