The Cricket
Posted by: tz8cy5 <tz8cy5@...>
Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the
streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs
were squealing around corners, sirens were blaring, and the sounds of the city
were almost deafening.
Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket." His friend said,
"What? You must be crazy. You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all of
this noise!"
"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard a cricket."
"That's crazy," said the friend.
The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across
the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked
into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small
cricket. His friend was utterly amazed.
"That's incredible," said his friend "You must have superhuman ears!"
"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different from yours.
It all depends on what you're listening for." "But that can't be!" said the
friend. "I could never hear a cricket in this noise."
"Yes, you could, it depends on what is really important to you. Here, let
me show you." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and
discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the noise of the
crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within
twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement
was theirs. "See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all depends on
what's important to you."
What's important to you? What do you listen for? Some people say that there
is no God, and that He never speaks to us anymore. But perhaps they can't
see or hear Him because they aren't listening for Him. They are living for
themselves, not for God. If you are in tune with God you will be able to
notice Him at work in your life and in the world. And you'll be able to
hear Him when He speaks. My sheep hear My voice, and I know them.
Author Unknown