Heather Morris , author of the Tattooist of Auschwitz, was working with elderly people in Australia and began to listen carefully to a man who had a story to tell. That story became that book. She listened to other stories and they became other books. Listening to, engaging with each other and our stories allows us to notice and name those stories. And this gives voice to the Spirit who works without ceasing in our communities. When a space is created, not by a magic formula, expertise or techniques, but by being vulnerable, honest, and raw, accountability and discipleship organically grows.
I want to be in a echo pool, swimming at my own pace ruminating on each step over and over as each stroke is made, making as little splash as possible listening to the Father, the Son and the Spirit, listening to the Church Fathers & Mothers, listening to the culture of goodness & social justice, listening to the new, embracing the old. Where will I stop my swim? Where will “this” come out of my head onto paper?
I want to sit in the graveyard of Ardfert cathedral and hear the nothing of a thin place where the roar of traffic is not heard, nor the voices of the dead long buried there. I want to ask into the ether of that thin place questions and listen to the replies.
1 John 4:6
We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood.
James 1:19
My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry,
Ephesians 4:29
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.
John 10:27
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.
Joshua 3:9
Joshua said to the Israelites, “Come here and listen to the words of the Lord your God.
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