Friday, September 4, 2015

Mark 7:31-35

Then he returned from the region of Tyre, and went by way of Sidon towards the Sea of Galilee, in the region of the Decapolis.  They brought to him a deaf man who had an impediment in his speech; and they begged him to lay his hand on him. He took him aside in private, away from the crowd, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spat and touched his tongue. Then looking up to heaven, he sighed and said to him, ‘Ephphatha’, that is, ‘Be opened.’ And immediately his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly. 

Your Voice

It’s morning, Holy One, and the first voice I want to hear is yours. Perhaps I am jealous of this man born deaf.

The first thing he heard, the first clear sound is your voice, the Voice of Love beyond all loves, the Voice of Eternity speaking the one truth needful for the day … every day.

Be open, you say, releasing his stopped ears to receive the sounds of each new day. But of course, this carries deeper meaning.

You speak to my heart … and every heart. “Be open. Hear my voice, the Voice of Love that must be heard that you may live. My voice penetrates to the core and opens your soul.

“When you hear the Voice of Love your soul will open and a stream of life and blessing will pour from your depths. Grace and peace will arise from places within you only I can touch, moving you to touch my broken world.

“When you hear my voice your heart will grow large with room for all you see. You will embrace all that is with the Love that I am  … in you.”

I will hear many sounds this day, Holy One, sounds of need and care, sounds of discord and division, sounds that fall gently on the ear and perhaps sounds I would like never to hear.

But first let me hear your voice that my heart may be open to all the sounds of this day … that I again may know and speak the Love you are … one more time.

Thank you for this life, this Love, for your voice.

Pr. David L. Miller