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Topic: Clarify (10/15/15)
TITLE: Let Him Who Has Ears
By Joanney Uthe
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“Ksdlkf sdakf dksjasdf, Joseph bar Simon.”
This one phrase among the strange sounds coming from the months of the people around me is starting to sound familiar. Ever since my mother’s brother brought me to this place to try to fix my ears, my brain has not made sense of any of these strange noises. But this one phrase seems to refer to me. When they talk directly to me or about me they say “Joseph bar Simon.” They even pointed to me a few times while saying it. But that is as much as I can make sense of these strange noises.
I feel uncomfortable in my spirit being here. My world without sound is spent in quiet communication with Yahweh. I do not believe He is in this place. There are items spread around the room that do not look familiar to me, but it is the feeling of an evil presence that worries me most. I would rather spend my life without sound than to hear these meaningless noises because of something that displeases Yahweh. In my spirit, I know this is true. But deep down, all my life I have envied everyone else for being able to make noises with their mouths and understand the noises made by others. Are these annoying noises my punishment for wanting to be different than how Yahweh created me?
“Llaskdfj! Sdkfjasdklf ksdjflksjd slkdfjlkasd!.” The sorcerer’s noises are loud as he points to the door, arousing me from my quiet prayers. My uncle pulls me from the chair as he used to when I wanted to stay at the Temple when it was time to go home.
I point to the Temple as we walk towards home.
“Dlsdfj dksjfalks sofjw, Joseph bar Simon! Sksjfk kfjlkasdjo fslfkje!” My uncle seems angry, but I move quickly away from him and go to my beloved spot in the Temple yard. Yahweh is a greater desire for me than hearing these strange nonsense noises.
I pray in welcome silence until the Temple starts to fill for the evening sacrifice. As I watch the priest prepare and the people gather, I realize that I can no longer hear their noisy mouths. Yahweh has honored my prayers and my heart to seek Him first. Although I desire to understand and communicate with other people, my communication with Yahweh is much more important to me.
My world has been silent again for almost two years since my uncle paid a sorcerer to restore my hearing. I have learned to be content with my silence and have spent even more time in communication with Yahweh. But today, I feel the desire to hear again stronger than I ever have before.
As I walk to my favorite spot in the Temple yard, I am drawn to a rabbi I have never before seen who seems to be drawing a large crowd. The urge to see him is stronger than the reasoning that I would never make it close enough in that crowd anyway. I sit down, praying. Yahweh, is this desire from you?
“Joseph bar Simon!”
That phrase. I have heard it before. How can I be hearing it now?
“Joseph bar Simon, come to me.”
I look up to see the rabbi stop as he passes where I sit. He reaches down and touches my ears. Suddenly, I can hear again. But this time it is different. The noises have meaning. I can hear and understand different conversations among the people around me. Some are talking about the rabbi, Jesus. Others about the Roman soldiers and the heavy taxes they impose. Many are exchanging their blemished lambs for unblemished ones at the Temple gate. Every word they speak, I understand.
“Joseph bar Simon, follow me.”
“Yes, Jesus” These are the first words I have ever spoken. May it also be the last.
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