When We Listen, God Hears

I stood in the side aisle at the intermission of a classical concert. A young man, early twenties, came and stood by me. There was nothing remarkable in his appearance. I said something cordial and he replied with a non sequitur about his assignment to a secret military base. He will soon be sent on a mission at the personal request of the president. I listened. His name is Donald. At the end of the concert I saw Donald’s worried parents. I introduced myself. I said that Donald and I enjoyed our few minutes together and we would meet again. Donald’s father gave me a warm handshake and his mother whispered, “Thank you.” When we listen, God hears.

Go in peace to love and serve The Lord!

Josh