His friend replied, "Oh, you're crazy."
"No, I hear a cricket. I do! I'm sure of it," he said.
The New Yorker said, "Its noon. There are people everywhere headed to lunch, cars are honking, taxis everywhere, there's all the noise from the city. Surely you can't hear a cricket above all that."
The Mainer said, "Well, I'm sure I hear a cricket." So they listened attentively and then walked about 10 feet to the corner of a beautiful plaza in front of a skyscraper. There was a shrub in a large cement planter. The young fellow from Maine listened and dug beneath the leaves, found a cricket, and pointed it out to the friend.
The friend was astounded. The young guy from Maine said, "My ears are no different from yours. It simply depends on what you are listening to. Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change, a few quarters, some dimes, nickels, and pennies. And he dropped them on the concrete. Every head within 50 feet turned to look. "You see what I mean? It all depends on what you are listening for."
Well, I wondered what the deaf man in Mark 7:31-37 was listening for. What did he long to hear? The birds chirping? A baby's laugh? Children at play and giggling? The sound of water trickling in a stream? The dry wind blowing through the trees? His own voice. Remember it says he was also unable to speak until Jesus encountered him. The story in Mark does not reveal what he thought.
What are you hearing today? The God of all creation and grace has much to say. Are we listening?