I confess that I was at Jo-Ann Fabrics buying body parts for my Spanish class. Every year when Halloween approaches, I go on the hunt for some new visual to help teach body vocabulary. So far I have a skeleton (Mr. Bones), a pair of waxed lips, and, as of today, a giant set of googly eyes that are four inches in diameter. Best find ever.
But that’s not what I’m here to say, as fascinating as that is.
Really I want to have a small cow about the title of an article that I noticed while I was in the check-out line.
There was this beautiful magazine for creatives. The cover was warm, in muted, earthy colors, so I scanned the headlines on the front. My eyes landed on an article title that read, “The Universe Is Listening.” You’ve got to be kidding me. I plopped down my purse and googly eyes on the floor and grabbed the magazine, thumbing through until I found the article. It was lovely, really, except that the author was encouraging writers to get their words onto paper –because the universe is listening?
You and I need to talk about this.
The universe is an it, and what we need is a who.
We need someone who is listening to our words –someone good and powerful and kind and maybe even a little terrifying. Someone who can fix our stuff and who gets us in all of our quirky strangeness. Someone who is awake when no one else is and who has a wider band of vision than we do. Someone who delights in us because we belong to him. Someone with our names written on his hand.
David writes this song for us to sing:
Know that the LORD has set apart the godly for himself; the LORD will hear when I call to him. (Psalm 4:3 NIV)
The one who made the universe (you know that’s right) will hear when we call to him, because he set us apart for himself when we believed in his Son. Don’t let the pretty magazine cover fool you into thinking you can just toss your words out there into a dark night of stars and they’ll grow ears to hear you.
You are known and loved by a God who is alive. He is listening for your voice.