Sunday, 14 February 2016
I plugged the thing in and a small light shone at the front … ah … it’s alive after all.
Turned the volume knob to the right until it stopped … nothing.
Pulled out the telescopic aerial from the back and waved it in the air left and right, and in no particular direction. Still nothing happened.
And now the difficult technical bit … I turned the other knob slowly; you know the one … it moves a vertical bit of plastic left and right across the small screen.
Success at last … now I could hear crackle and high pitched whistling every now and then as the plastic bit traveled slowly to the right. You can’t quite dance to it but the crackle and whistling were there all right … very clear too.
Every so often you could hear some faint music or someone talking, sometimes in a foreign language, interspersed with crackle and different music or speech.
Then I noticed something else. Every so often the same bit of speech repeated itself as the plastic bit moved on and picked different stations. Sometimes it was very faint and crackly, sometimes a little clearer and once or twice … surprise, as loud and as clear as a bell.
A bit like God’s voice I suppose.
He is there speaking to us. But sometimes the message is overpowered and stifled by the other noises and temptations that the world throws our way. Sometimes the crackle and hiss of doubts, fears and confusion are louder than the message itself. At times you must really sharpen your ears to even hear what’s being said.
Yet … every now and then … you can hear Him clearly and you can understand His every Word and His message delivered sharply as if meant for you, and you alone.
All you have to do is be tuned to the right wavelength.