This is your Captain speaking...Listen

   I am sitting here this morning, sitting on the deck of the Whitestone Inn in Kingston, Tennessee, listening to the sound of geese on Watts Bar lake below and to the east. All of a sudden there is a hummingbird beating the air right in front of me, and three deer walk unhurried across the front lawn. Two owls call to each other in the morning air. These are the sights and voices of a quiet May morning in this country.

   I like quiet, especially when my desire is to meditate and to worship. Maybe it is my age, but loud stuff tends to put me off a bit. I know that God oft times speaks in a soft quiet voice, and I want to hear that voice, but I often wonder how often I miss it. It is hard to hear when my spirit is not attuned correctly.

   I would be easier for me, and maybe that word easier is a symptom of my spiritual condition, if God would take the microphone like the airline captain and say "Listen up, this is your captain speaking".

   Now that might get my attention, especially if I really wanted to hear what He wanted to say to me. Perhaps the real question is "do I want to hear?"