The
Cricket
A Native
American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near 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 wailing, 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,
it is, 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.
~ author unknown ~
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