They brought him someone hard of hearing who had a speech impediment and begged him to lay his hands on the man. Leading him away from the crowd, he placed his fingers into the man’s ears and touched his tongue and looking heavenward sighed and said, ‘Ephphatha’; ‘Be opened!’ Mark 7:32-34
What does it take to open your heart?
Are you following all the surface chatter;
that social media static—
a billion voices buzzing?
Inundated by a multitude of messages,
so much is being said
about the power and prerogatives of free speech,
but who is freely listening—
opening a receptive space,
leaning in close, with focused attention?
Myriad opportunities present themselves every day,
inviting us to incline our heads
and expose our core.
Listen carefully… to the master’s instructions,
and attend to them with the ear of your heart.
From the prologue to the Rule of St. Benedict
Though there are countless modes of communication,
and immeasurable ways to attend to life,
gentle listening is the silent language of love.
We can listen for the strike;
the clash and clamor of events;
action and reaction in the explosive cloud of crisis and conflict.
Then, there is heartfelt attention,
attuned to the lingering resonances;
residual whispers of lives barely noticed.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. Henri Nouwen
When mistrust breeds fear, injustice brews resentment,
and violation begets revenge,
we are bidden to listen through threats and past tears.
Will we listen till we hear
our lives and our hopes,
echoed in the cries of other voices?
Dare we wade deeply enough into realities
to acknowledge their complexity
and our complicity?
Can listening be our avenue
to share pains and bring hidden possibilities to light?
Otherwise, how might we come close to understanding?
Incline your ear to me; answer swiftly on the day when I call. Psalm 102:2
Leaning in to listen to another,
paying heed to a need beyond my own,
re-places the center of gravity outside me and mine.
We can ill-afford to reject
this defining orientation of our humanity;
an authentic expression of our God-likeness.
May we not abandon listening
but rather listen with abandon,
throwing wide the hinges of our hearts.
For healing happens when together we listen
to the LIFE within our lives; to the timeless tale
playing out behind and between our varied accounts.
We can listen our way out
of anger, if we let the heart
soften the wolf we keep inside. Mark Nepo
Much harder than simply hearing;
we listen with our eyes,
with our faces and our entire being.
As you attend to the wind and the song-birds’ chatter,
to sea creatures and the silent stars,
let listening be your first, most enduring prayer.
And may you listen freely with the Great Listener,
for signals of resilient hope and signs of tenacious life
beneath the events of our times.
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