4-3 Listening

I took an inmate to a Sunday evening service last night. At one point the preacher asked for a testimonial, and a woman stood up. She shared that some time ago, she had a number of guests at her home, and had what sounded like an acute panic attack, went to her dark bedroom and kneeled behind a bed. She was terrified and frozen with fear. She began whispering “I praise you, I praise” you over and over. A daughter, “who can find me anywhere,” located her and chided her that her guests were leaving, so the woman get up, went to the window, and waved at them as they departed.

Two points: how powerful any unpleasant emotion is–fear, anxiety, anger, grief–when experienced. We are flooded with emotion, saturating our brains and bodies.

Lastly, how in spite of her panic she could muster up and utter “I praise him.” I don’t recall ever having such faith. Perhaps when the time comes, I can do likewise.

This is not especially related in content but is in essence:

Listening

Then leaning back on Jesus’ breast, he said to Him, “Lord, who is it?”*

Listening to the heartbeat of God:

breath fogging frost this fall night…

moon shadows winding through the path…

ice needles budding on grass blades …

owls hooting, hooting from the gorge…

thoughts whooshing through mind’s cosmos…

joy pulsing deeper than pain…

 

on the breast of Jesus.

*Jn.13:25

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