Monday, July 27, 2009

Name that Tune

July 28, 2009

The kids and I were in the car, heading out on a day trip to Tuscaloosa. I was flipping through the stations, trying to find something decent to listen to. I stopped on an easy-listening station when I heard the beginning notes of a song from my youth by Michael Jackson.

No words had been sung in the song yet. There was a lengthy musical introduction at the beginning part of the song. We had only heard a couple of "hee hees" and one "whoo chicka," when Emma piped up from the backseat with a question. She asked, "Is this Michael Jackson?" I laughed and confirmed her suspicions.

Since Emma was born in 2000, Michael Jackson was not on any playlist of music that she has ever been subjected to. In fact, until the three-ring circus that was his death and funeral, neither Emma nor Luke had ever heard of Michael Jackson and weren't familiar with his music. In the short few weeks since his death, Emma had already become very aware of Jackson's voice. In her mind, his voice was unmistakable.

I began to ponder how many unmistakable voices I hear every day. I thought of those of my children, my husband, my parents, my friends. I expanded that group to include that of celebrities, musicians, newsmen, and even that movie voice-over guy (RIP). But, out of all these people that I either know, love, never met, respect, and/or dislike, I could pick their voice out of a crowd anytime, anywhere. Can I say the same for the voice of the Creator of the Universe? Do I hear it enough that it is familiar to me? Could I filter out the voice of the One who loves me more than I will ever love anyone else?

It takes a lot of effort to "be still and know that [He] is God" (Psalm 46:10). With the cacaphony of voices surrounding us, like Elijah, we have to listen closely and carefully for that still, small voice that is continually calling out to us. That voice prods us to move forward, to encourage us, to guide us, and to instruct us. All we have to do is listen and be aware of Who is speaking to us.

7 delightful comments:

Jill said...

That hit home!

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Armchair Housewife said...

Lovely, Lianne, very good reflection point. Similarly, I am often amazed at my ability to remember words to songs I haven't heard in *years*, but I have a hard time remembering scripture. Now, part of that is the power of music for memory, but part of it is also that my heart would lift and I would enjoy singing along to the song and that helped me remember it. Does my heart lift and do I want to sing out God's word? I am praying to have those desires more and more.

Thanks again, and can I guess what song it was? Was it "the way you make me feel?" ;)

Christen said...

That is so true, thanks for sharing!

Holly Brennan said...

Lovely. It is amazing how a sound; a scent can take you back with such a force. How the voice is unmistakable.

I love the Psalm verse. In order for that voice to become familiar, we have to take time with it. Realize who it is. Spend time listening to it. Amazing.

Great insight.

Rachel said...

Great thoughts! I really enjoyed it. It's easier some times than others - I wish that His voice were always unmistakeably clear!!

Anonymous said...

That was beautiful. Mine is, I think I have so much going on and I missing His soft voice and can only hear Him as thunder. The gentle rain I miss, but pay attention to the storm. I need the beauty of both.