Music to my ears
I’m not musical.
I can’t find an “a note” by ear if you warned me it was coming and then told me it had just passed. I’d have to take your word for it.
I cannot sing that same note with any consistency, even if it were repeatedly chimed to give me countless opportunities to get on pitch.
But you know what I love about music….that the “A note” will always be an “a note.” It sounds the same every time it’s played on an instrument. And it will blend perfectly with any other instrument playing that same note. That note was the same yesterday as it is today, and it will be the same tomorrow.
I’m similarly limited when I try to grasp the things of God. On my own, I cannot find God if I’m warned that he’s coming or I was told he just passed.
Likewise, apart from him, I can’t harmonize with the divine with any consistency. My own nature, selfishness, and preconceptions hamper my ability to “get on pitch” with God.
But what I love about God…he is always the same. He’s an unchanging standard who allows me to see how off pitch I am relative to him. He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He’s not content to see me warble off key, figuratively speaking, and he continually reveals himself to me so that my life may harmonize with him, with his help and provision.
