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A Morning's Calling

by Terry Barlow
07/12/13
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The morning I heard my name called, it was my wife's voice, but I knew she was out running errands. Still, to be sure I called her on her cell. "Oh, it's you," she exclaimed, "I just said to the pharmacist that I wished my husband were here to help translate for this Latino man!' Then later in the afternoon I received a letter containing an article entitled something like, "Hearing My Name Called." Samuel heard the voice of God disguised in the sound of his master Eli's voice, so if we ever hear the audible voice of God on earth it's possible it could be disguised in the sound of a voice with which we may be familiar, like our own family members and friends that are so easy to tune out while multi-tasking. It's almost scary to be so close to someone you can hear them thinking along the track of your own thoughts or talking miles away.... and then later in the evening with that envelope in hand from the day's mail that reads: "Hearing My Name Called", to put a foot quietly on the first step of the porch at precisely the second that the other decides to turn on the porchlight from within.

"Behold I stand at the door and knock, if anyone hear my voice and open-' But I didn't reject You, some will say, I just didn't accept You. I didn't really send you away, that was your choice.  I just didn't answer You." Yeah, right.