DayBreaks for 4/27/16 – He Whispers to Us

DayBreaks for 4/27/16 – He Whispers to Us

Stashed away in a drawer or box in many an attic, nearly forgotten, is a batch of old 33 and 45 rpm records from the ’50s and early ’60s. Worn and scratchy, long since outdated by the flashy digital technology of compact discs and .mpe downloads, these primitive vinyls were once the jewels of a great treasure trove. Elvis’ grinding out “Hound Dog,” Buddy Holly and the Crickets’ hiccuping “Peggy Sue,” Chuck Berry’s joyful hot licks in “Maybellene,” the Coasters’ slapstick tour de force “Charlie Brown,” the mournful “Tears On My Pillow” by Little Anthony and the Imperials, the impenetrable and probably scandalous “Louie, Louie” by the Kingsmen, and the teenaged gropings of the Paris Sisters’ “I Love How You Love Me” — they are all there, and more.

Here and there in this dusty stack, one may find an occasional recording by the great blues master Jimmy Reed. A share-cropper’s son, Reed brought the throbbing harmonica-and-guitar-driven black rhythm-and-blues of the Mississippi Delta into the popular rock-and-roll mainstream. Maybe you and your high school friends, long ago fancying yourselves a budding rock band, would play and replay these recordings — “Big Boss Man,” “Bright Lights, Big City,” “Hush, Hush,” “Baby What You Want Me To Do” — trying to imitate Reed’s hypnotic rhythms on your cheap Silvertone electric guitars, attempted in vain to capture the pain-soaked cries of his mahogany voice in your too-tight, too-white, suburban throats.

However, in placing the phonograph needle again and again in the grooves of Jimmy Reed’s records, one could begin to notice something curious. If one listened very carefully, there could sometimes be heard, ever so faintly in the background, a soft woman’s voice murmuring in advance the next verse of the song. The story that grew up around this — and perhaps it is true — was that Jimmy Reed was so absorbed in the bluesy beat and the throbbing guitar riffs of his music that he simply could not remember the words of his own songs. He needed help with the lyrics, and the woman’s voice was none other than that of his wife, devotedly coaching her husband through the recording session by whispering the upcoming stanzas into his ear as he sang.

Whether or not this story is accurate, Christians will surely recognize a parallel experience. Jesus tells his followers that the role of the Holy Spirit is, in effect, to whisper the lyrics of the gospel song in the ears of the faithful. When Jesus was present, he was the one who instilled in them the right words, coached them through the proper verses, taught them the joyful commandments. But as Jesus approached his death, drawing near to his time of departure, knowing that the disciples would be on their own without him, that task is to be handed over to the Holy Spirit.

We are often afraid that we don’t know what to say, or that we’ll say something wrong…and so we say nothing at all. Listen for His whisper. Speak up what you hear Him say to you!

PRAYER: Help us be still enough to hear the whisperings of Your gentle Spirit and trust that He will give us what we are to say as we sing Your love song to the world! In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Copyright 2016, Galen C. Dalrymple. All rights reserved.

 

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DayBreaks for 12/11/14 – A Time for Listening

DayBreaks for 12/11/14 – A Time for Listening

Barbara Brown Taylor tells about the day the great poet, W. H. Auden, read some of his works at Princeton . The hall was packed with hundreds of students and faculty. They had come to hear “the great one.” But when Auden (then an old man) began to read, his voice was so soft that even the microphone couldn’t pick him up. So people began whispering to their neighbor: “What did he say?” And those who thought they had heard a part of what he’d said, whispered back the part they’d heard – or what they remembered from a prior reading of Auden, triggered (in that moment) by what they thought they’d heard. While others, not quite hearing – and not quite knowing – guessed at what he was saying. And pretty soon, the whispers drowned out the poet.

Isn’t that sad? They were at least partly responsible for their own frustration. On reflection, though, doesn’t that sound a bit like what happens in many churches today?  Why is it that there be so much interest in the word of God, yet so little clarity about the word of God and what it teaches? Perhaps, like those students and faculty at Princeton, we are better at whispering than at listening and in all our own noise-making, we have drowned out what God wants us to hear.

There have been many times in my life that I wish God would scream. Or shout. At least raise his voice. Getting in my face, as it were. As to why God doesn’t, I have no answer. I wish I did. I don’t know why He speaks so softly…unless, of course, His voice would kill us if we even heard Him in a normal voice (which is probably true). Perhaps it is just a measure of His tenderness toward us.

What I do know is what we know about the Incarnation and the birth of the Christ Child. God came to the world (with the barest hint of a whisper) in the form of a child. A speechless child.

How is your hearing?

Proverbs 20:12 (NLT) – Ears to hear and eyes to see— both are gifts from the LORD.

PRAYER: God, I’m grateful that You don’t yell at me, though there are times I wish I could hear You better. Open my ears to hear You! In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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