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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Finding God in Our Sense of Sound

By Micky Wolf
Much has been written and spoken regarding our wherewithal to hear the voice of God. 

Most of us understand this “voice” does not communicate with us as we humans do with one another. The Divine is more like an interior awareness that nudges our conscience or stirs our heart. The sound of this voice may inspire, enlighten, encourage—or even move us to action.

Finding the presence of God through our sense of sound is replete with endless possibilities.

Droplets of rain falling on a metal roof or thunder rumbling, windows shuddering…

Wind whooshing through the leaves or swirling through a long, darkened alley…

The whimpers of a small, frightened child or the coos of a happy, satisfied infant…

Finding the presence of God through our sense of sound is replete with endless possibilities.

The sizzle of bacon on the griddle or the burble burble of a fresh pot of soup…

Rounds of chirp, chirp chirping among the robins or the buzz and whirring of the mosquito…

Gravel crunching underfoot of an anticipated visitor, or the flap, flap of well-worn slippers on the kitchen floor…

Or the unmistakable muted screech of metal on metal of the stepladder.

The stepladder?


Immersed in our work, my beloved at the far end of the hall, sorting, cleaning and stacking—me, spaces and paces away, stepping onto the aluminum ladder, paint bucket in hand.

“I know what you’re doing,” comes the sweet, kind voice from beyond my room.

I chuckle.

It isn’t about the words. It’s about the distinctive sound. And the volumes of meaningful exchange that connect the two of us.

Ignatius of Loyola was adamant in imploring his students to understand and embrace the reality, here on Earth, of the presence of our Creator God in all things.

All. Things.

Including the sense of sound…a gift from on High given to you and to me.

Are you listening?


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