Typing

I was in my apartment, clickety-clack typing on my 1946 Royal typewriter when there came a knock at my door. A neighbor, passing in the hall, heard me typing. “Is that a typewriter?” she asked. She looked at it. “That can’t be a typewriter! Why would anyone use a typewriter?” She did not wait for the answer: That I type letters to family and friends. I write in the medium by which someone writes to me. If email, then email. If a friend sends a handwritten letter, I will reply by hand. So, too, my listening to God. When there is ‘sheer silence’ I remain still and quiet. When God whispers, I whisper in reply. When God types me a letter, I will be ready.

Go in peace to love and serve The Lord!

Josh