Perpetual Listener

Psalm 81: 8, 10-14

“Hear, O my people, and I will warn you – if you would but listen to me, O Israel!… I am the Lord your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it. But my people would not listen to me; Israel would not submit to me. So I gave them over to their stubborn hearts to follow their own devices. If my people would but listen to me, if Israel would follow my ways, how quickly would I subdue their enemies and turn my hand against their foes!”

When you want to have a conversation with a friend or a loved one and decide to ring them, you would expect to know how they are and if anything, exciting has happened in their lives. You patiently listen to them: laughing if something funny occurred, grieve with them if something tragic occurred, encourage them if they are down and so on. When it is your turn to share, there is nothing wrong in expecting that they also would listen with the same eagerness about your welfare and sensational news that you might share. However, if the other person is not interested in your affairs, he/she might bid you good-bye. In several instances, you might find yourself becoming a perpetual listener as the person on the other end of the line is rambling on about their own affairs. You would feel disappointed that you weren’t heard. Now if such a thing seems to occur more frequently, you tend to conclude that the person on the other end just wants to be listened to! You might even avoid such people because you are growing tired of their stories and you are not given a chance to be heard.

There are instances that you are sharing something important but you are cut off because it is not as interesting as their topic, resulting in disappointment. You realize that you are not as important as you thought you were in that person’s life. Their affairs, their news, their troubles are of utmost importance and yours are least. In the third instance, there are people who pretend to listen to you but are not paying attention to what you are saying. You feel like you are talking to a wall. In all these instances, you are not heard! Suddenly, you feel so lonely and disappointed that you begin to wonder that if you matter at all to anyone. None to talk with and none interested in you can drive you to heartache.

I envisioned God in the same position – perpetual listener. He calls us and we answer. However, instead of listening to Him, we are rambling off about our problems, our sicknesses and dilemmas. God, in the kindness of His heart, listens to us. He then waits for us to stop talking so He could speak to us: give us the comfort that we are seeking, strengthen us when we are weak, encourage us when we are lowly and heal us when we are sick. He wishes to reveal His Word to us, hidden nuggets of wisdom from His truth. But we just don’t listen to what He has to say! We are too enamored about what is going on in our lives that we don’t have time to sit and listen intently to Him. As I came upon this scripture, I realized how many times I have rambled on and failed to listen to God. He is so eager to talk to us if only we would listen. In just five verses, the phrase, ‘listen to me’ has been quoted thrice. If only we listen, God has solutions to all our problems. When I as a human can get disappointed when I am not heard, how much more can God get disheartened when His people, whom He redeemed by paying a huge price, are not listening?

In Bethany, when Jesus visited Mary, Martha and Lazarus, Mary sat at His feet and listened. Martha complained to Jesus that her sister wasn’t helping her. However, Jesus replied Martha saying that Mary chose the most important thing and that will not be taken away from her.

Psalm 81 closes this way:

15. “Those who hate the Lord would cringe before him, and their punishment would last forever.

16. But you would be fed with the finest of wheat; with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.”

We must learn to listen to Jesus. We must practice listening to the sweet, still voice of Jesus when He speaks. We might not find solutions to our problems, and we certainly won’t have victory in our lives when we don’t listen to Jesus. God promised that our enemies’ imminent punishment would last forever and conversely, we would enjoy His best, if only we listen! Let us reform ourselves from ramblers to perpetual listeners.

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Small Talk

Prashanth felt the warmth in her hand as she covered his. He knew she did that genuinely. Her instinct as a doctor to comfort those who are hurting now was clearly evident in her action. He was glad that he chose the person with such a kind heart and warmth for his hospital. He, however, wished her hand was on his for longer. He knew she must have felt embarrassed by her action. He didn’t say anything further but drove on at a steady pace back to his hometown.

“You have come at a perfect time, Dr. Mittur,” declared Prashanth, trying to make a small talk. He disliked the silence.

She turned to him. “This place is indeed very beautiful, Mr. Kumar. Is it a festival time or any special occasion?” she inquired.

“I meant the climate. Winter is almost over and spring is right around the corner. You will see some foggy mornings but there is nice warmth later. In two months’, it will be very hot. All you want to do is laze around in the cool of the house during summer,” complained Prashanth, secretly longing for lazy afternoons spent napping, playing board games with kids, and eating mangoes and watermelons. Even the kids longed for those days. His sister and her two kids have been spending their entire summer vacation with them for the past four years now.

“Summers are very lazy and mostly quiet in these parts, Dr. Mittur,” declared Prashanth.

Vandana nodded and smiled, wondering what he meant by that. Hospitals are always busy. There are always sick people to be treated and babies to be delivered. ‘How can that be quiet?’ She wondered.

“Tell me about the hospital, Mr. Kumar. I am so anxious to see the place. Will I get a grand tour of the place today? That is, if you don’t have any pressing matters,” she asked like a curious kid.

Smiling, “Of course, Dr. Mittur. If you are up for it after a long tiresome journey, I shall give you a grand tour of my new project,” Prashanth offered.

“Great! How about a quick shower, some breakfast and we can be on our way,” chimed Vandana, rubbing her palms gleefully.

After twenty minutes, they arrived at his sprawling bungalow. The gates usually remained open during the day. They drove through and around a circular drive way. He stopped the car in front of the main entrance.

“Welcome to Ashraya Nilayam, Dr. Mittur,” bowed Prashanth, opening her door in subservience.

“What a beautiful place you have, Mr. Kumar,” announced Vandana, wide-eyed and looking about the ancient, palatial house as she stepped out of the jeep.

“Sunil,” he hollered. “Sunil will bring your bags to your room, Dr. Mittur. Please follow me.” He led her up the steps to the door.

Sunil appeared at the door.

“Sunil, please bring the suitcase and the bags to the guest room on the farther side of the house. Don’t try to bring them all at once or you will hurt your back like last time. Either take someone’s help or make two trips,” instructed Prashanth.

“Yes, anna (older brother),” said Sunil, hurrying towards the jeep.

“Dr. Mittur, please come in this way,” welcomed Prashanth, leading her into the large living room. “This home has been in our family for three generations, Dr. Mittur. My great grandfather purchased the property, my grandfather built the original house and my father made some additions.”

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