Crickets or Money?

This is an illustration taken from a sermon posted by Tim Zingale...

"Two men were walking along a crowded city sidewalk. Suddenly, one of the men remarked, "Listen to the lovely sound of that cricket," But the other man could not hear the sound. He asked his friend how he could hear the sound of a cricket amid the roar of the traffic and the sound of the people. The first man, who was a zoologist, had trained himself to hear the sounds of nature. He didn't explain to his friend in words how he could hear the sound of the cricket, but instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a half-dollar coin, dropped it onto the sidewalk, and watch intently as a dozen people began to look for the coin as they heard it clanking around amid the sounds of the traffic and the sounds of the crowded city living.

He turned to his friend and said, "We hear what we listen for."

A Silent Voice

I cannot lie and say I hear God’s voice directly but I hear a voice in the world that sounds life giving. I hear a voice amongst the Christian’s that is liberating and comforting. The voice is amongst us and not ethereal. God calls me through the testimony of the Church and the Jewish nation. A voice written and shared from one to another. A testimony so thick it lies within my deepest conscience, being taught to me as early as I could comprehend. The voice of God in the voice of my mother as she nursed me to bed. The voices within my head are the voices of the community long dead, but live again in my genetics, my generation.