What Are We Listening To?
June 12, 2022
The other evening, I was sitting in my office at the church building studying and waiting for Marie to get off work. Everything was quiet, still and peaceful. Until it wasn’t. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps. Since all the doors were locked, these footsteps were a bit disconcerting, so I got up to investigate. I walked through the classrooms and down through the fellowship hall and back through the sanctuary to my office. No one was there. I was all alone. So, I sat back down at my desk and resumed sermon preparation. As soon as I sat down and got settled. I heard a noise in the fellowship hall. In the words of the late, great Tom LeQuire when asked about ghosts “there ain’t no boogers, but there might be”, so when I got up to check out this latest development, I took a big, thick book along with me (what a big, thick book would accomplish when facing a ghost I don’t know, however, I was armed with one nevertheless) but once again, nothing. I have convinced myself that my mind was playing tricks on me, but this experience got me pondering. There is a scripture in John 10:27 that reads, “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.” We all understand that Jesus is the Shepherd, and we are the sheep. But I have a concern about this. Is there so much noise in our surroundings that we can’t hear the Shepherd’s voice? Are we so consumed with what is going on around us…gas prices, inflation, sickness, war, confusion, violence, the list is never ending…that we lose sight of the fact that, as Christ followers, the most important thing we need to remember is Jesus is our Shepherd and we need to be able to hear and discern His voice. If we can’t hear His voice because we are being bombarded with other noises, we need to adjust the volume so we can hear what is important, our Shepherd’s voice. We need to be able to hear His voice because it is the Shepherd who keeps the sheep safe. We can’t follow a Shepherd whose voice we can’t hear. If we can’t hear the Shepherd, who knows where we may wind up?
Be blessed and be a blessing . . . Bro. Andy