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Did You Hear That?

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you suddenly lost the ability to hear? There are birds singing outside my window as I write this. Without the miracle of hearing, my world would not include songbirds. A description that I read on a website about the deaf said this: "It is similar to a goldfish bowl; always observing things going on..."

People who are hearing-impaired did not choose their lot in life. People who having hearing but won't heed have chosen to pretend that they are deaf. "But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves." (James 1:22)

The intention to heed (to regard and observe) makes hearing worthwhile. A hearing ear is useless when it's attached to the body of one who won't heed. I often wonder what motivates a Pastor to continue writing and preaching sermons to so many ears that hear but won't do. My best guess is that these men of God love Him so much that they'll just keep preaching, even if only 10 out of 100 will actually follow the directions of Scripture.

Let's be a hearing minority: hearing and doing.

"The ear that heareth the reproof of life abideth among the wise." (Prov. 15:31)

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  1. From Jill Harris Turner: My Dad used to preach that we are shovel Baptists. We listen to preaching and God dumps something in our laps that we need to work on, we say, "That is exactly what so-and-so needs to hear", and we grab our shovel and heave it from our laps into theirs. NOT what God intended. We should take everything God touches our hearts with, and ask God to show us what He means for us to learn from it. Amen, Mrs. Francie! God is doing something special through you!

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  2. Even if no one heeds the call we must all still speak the truth. It is so sad though, to hear people complain about their troubles and you tell them what God has to say about it and they just say, "I know, but...." They want to do it their way. Some people love to have the drama stirred up and they know if they handle it according to his word, that the problem would be over. I'd rather heed God's word than stir the pot of drama.

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