Good Shepherd Sunday has me thinking about listening. On Mother’s Day, I suppose I could be thinking about how I did or did not listen to my mother over the years but I would rather focus on hearing the One Voice that directs me. This Sunday has a bit of sadness attached to it as I remember it as the day my former pastor died. Him, I loved listening to. He knew his Shepherd well and lead his own flock closer to Him.
I think sometimes we try to discern the voices in our lives and fail. So many distractions pull us away and shiny objects distract from the real purpose. I find sometimes heading out to nature stills many of those noisy gongs and allows me to find my centre again. To that end, I am heading out to the country now. Hoping to find peace as I drive to a friend’s place, en route to work tomorrow. I will be able to drive through our national park in a few days and am happy for that too.
Many thieves and bandits do not want us to hear the Shepherd’s voice. They drool at the thought that they might be able to steal us away or have us make a long trek away from the goal of the Shepherd. They are like people who steal young Nigerian girls from their mothers and cause pain and suffering. They come to kill and destroy the spirit when the Shepherd brings a full and beautiful life.
What is it that has your ear these days?