Psalm 77; Job 4:1-21; Ephesians 2:1-10
I yell out to my God, I yell with all my might, I yell at the top of my lungs. He listens.
I’m not sure that there is a more comforting phrase for me in all the Scriptures than, “He listens.”
“He listens,” is a complete sentence.
It is remarkable to me that when I cry out to the Divine the Divine listens. I am constantly on a quest to understand what amazing grace means. As I sit here this morning with many things on my heart and my mind, I am struck by the reality that it is amazing grace that God listens.
Why would God listen to me? What is it about me that God would take any notice? Why would God care about what I have to say?
Because God loves me.
I love my children with all of who I am. When they talk, I listen. Even when they were small and couldn’t speak coherently I took great joy in listening to their rambling and mumbling. I don’t know anyone who ignores a baby that is talking to them, particularly when it’s your own child.
I imagine this must be what it’s like for God. This Creator God, the holy one, the sustainer of the universe, loves his creation without condition. This love, apparently, leads God to this place of intimacy where God listens.
This morning I’m pondering this question, “Do I really believe that God listens because he loves me?”