Hear­ing and lis­ten­ing are not the same

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As big as my ears are, you would think I would be able to hear ev­ery­thing I am lis­ten­ing to.

I like to think I am hear­ing what I am lis­ten­ing to but I have so many il­lus­tra­tions that prove oth­er­wise. I’m not sure what it is, but I am work­ing on it with the help of the Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age.

It was on a Fri­day and I was very busy try­ing to get things done for the week­end. Some in our domi­cile can mul­ti­task and then the other can hardly do one thing at a time.

I’m not quite sure how my wife does it, but she can do half a dozen things at the same time and get them all done per­fectly. It is like one of those jug­glers at the cir­cus who can keep half a dozen balls in the air at the same time.

Not me. I can’t even keep one ball in the air at the same time, let alone half a dozen.

I was busy try­ing to get ready for the week­end when the wife came in and said, “Can we bor­row your truck on Mon­day?”

I grunted and nod­ded my head in the af­fir­ma­tive.

“We need to move some fur­ni­ture to a stor­age unit.”

Now, in those two sen­tences she used the word “we” but I heard the word “I.”

I am okay with her bor­row­ing my truck and do­ing what­ever kind of busi­ness she needs to do. A mar­riage works that way. One has a truck and the other bor­rows said truck.

I should have thought some­thing was up, but you know how it is with us men. We do not think un­less backed into a cor­ner and we can­not do any­thing else. All through the week­end when I saw my wife, she would look at me and smile and nod her head. I smiled and nod­ded my head back at her. After all, isn’t that what a good re­la­tion­ship is all about? Smil­ing and nod­ding your head at each other.

As I re­call, it was a rather pleas­ant week­end and then it was over.

Early on Mon­day morn­ing my wife came into the liv­ing room where I was watch­ing TV and drink­ing my morn­ing cup of cof­fee. I can’t start any day with­out my cof­fee. Who­ever in­vented cof­fee should ac­tu­ally get a No­bel Peace prize.

My wife came in and looked at me and said, “Are we ready to go?” Then she smiled and nod­ded her head in my di­rec­tion.

At the time, I had no idea what­so­ever of what she was talk­ing about. Where were we go­ing to go? I had no plans for the morn­ing. It was my one morn­ing to chill out and catch up on my rest­ing.

“You know,” she said with a big smile all over her face. “We are go­ing to bor­row your truck and move some fur­ni­ture to a stor­age unit.”

“We,” I said very quizzi­cally. “Who is the we? And what are we go­ing to do?”

Then she ex­plained to me that on the past Fri­day I had agreed with her that we would use my truck and move some fur­ni­ture to a stor­age unit. Now, for the life of me I did not re­mem­ber that. All I re­mem­ber was the word “I.” All things be­ing equal, I as­sumed she was ask­ing if she and some­body else could bor­row my truck and then she and some­body else would move some fur­ni­ture to a stor­age unit.

My fail­ure was I did not think to ask who that some­body else was. I had no idea that that some­body else was me.

If you want to have an ar­gu­ment with your wife, think twice about it and then for­get about it. Even when you can prove she is wrong, and I never can, she is al­ways right. The best thing to do is to go along so that you can get along.

So, “we” bor­rowed my truck and then “we” moved some fur­ni­ture to a stor­age unit. It took us all morn­ing and not be­ing in the best shape of my life, I was kinda wore out. I never worked so hard in my life that I could re­mem­ber. All I did that morn­ing was nod my head and smile un­til we were fin­ished.

It was about noon­time when we fin­ished and when we got into the truck she said to me, “Good­ness, it’s lunchtime and I haven’t pre­pared any­thing for lunch. Do you sup­pose we could go out for lunch?”

To this day, I won­der if that wasn’t the plan all along. “We” would bor­row my truck and “we” would move fur­ni­ture and then “we” would go out to lunch. That’s where the “we” stopped.

As we fin­ished our lunch the wait­ress brought the bill and the “we” changed to “me.”

Driv­ing home from the diner my wife sighed very deeply and said, “We sure had a won­der­ful morn­ing didn’t we?”

I nod­ded and smiled and kept driv­ing.

Mus­ing along the way I could not help but think that some­times lis­ten­ing and hear­ing are two dif­fer­ent things.

I be­lieve Solomon un­der­stood this very well when he wrote, “A wise man will hear, and will in­crease learn­ing; and a man of un­der­stand­ing shall at­tain unto wise coun­sels” (Proverbs 1:5).

I may be hear­ing what my wife is say­ing, but I may not be lis­ten­ing to what she is say­ing. The not lis­ten­ing is what re­ally gets you into trou­ble.

Dr. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Sil­ver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. The church web­site is www. whatafel­low­ship.com.

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