The Birder Who Learned to Listen at Daybreak
Marcus Chen had walked the trails of Cuyahoga Valley National Park dozens of times with his headphones in. When his retired neighbor, Dorothy, invited him on a dawn bird walk, he agreed mostly out of politeness. Standing in the gray light at 5:47 a.m., he heard nothing but a wall of noise — chirps, trills, and rustling leaves blurring together like radio static.
"There," Dorothy whispered, touching his arm. "Hear that? The flute-like phrase, rising then falling?"
He shook his head. She pointed toward a stand of hemlocks. "Listen again."
On the third try, something shifted. A single melody separated itself from the chaos — liquid, unhurried, impossibly clear. A wood thrush. It had been singing the whole time. Marcus just hadn't known how to hear it.
That morning he identified eleven species he'd walked past for years without noticing. The songs hadn't changed. His ears had.
Young Samuel heard a voice three times in the darkness of the Shiloh temple and assumed it was old Eli calling from the next room. He wasn't deaf to God — he simply didn't yet recognize the voice. It took a wise mentor to say, in essence, "That sound you keep hearing? It's not me. Listen again."
God is rarely silent. More often, we haven't yet learned to distinguish His voice from the background noise of our lives. And sometimes all we need is someone further along in faith to whisper, "There — that's Him. Now answer."
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