This morning I sat between two large trees and listened to the wind blow up a hill behind the house.
I opened my Bible and read Psalm 81:
“Listen to me, O my people, while I am speaking with you.
If you would only listen to me.
You must never let your heart be given to another;
you must not declare your love for one who cannot love you as I do.
For it was I, who can save you from the deepest, darkest place. I who will hold and protect you from those who seek your soul.
Open your heart and spirit and I will fill it with all things good.
But no, my people wouldn’t listen.
They did not want me around.
So I let them go and they fell in love and gave themselves to another.
Oh, my Beloved, I still whisper your name. Listen to me.
Oh, that you would walk with me, hand in hand, to the place I long to take you.”
Obedience has a bad wrap. It’s a word with echoes of dominance, coercion and power over another, when it is spoken.
Obedience actually means “to hear, to listen.” To heed someone’s word. In a scriptural sense it is the bending of the ear, the opening of the heart, the willingness of the spirit to listen to the Lover of our souls and trust he wants and knows what’s best for us.
I listened this morning as the breeze shuffled leaves, swayed branches and tickled the grass. I listened and in the wind I heard my name…