The Symphony

Imagine someone being told that a beautiful symphony was going to be played on the radio one evening, at exactly eight o’clock. He brings in his easy chair and sets down. As eight o’clock approaches, he repeatedly glances at his watch. Seven-forty five, seven-fifty. The hour approaches. Then it’s eight o’clock. The man leans back in his chair, his arms folded behind him, his eyes closed. A faint smile crosses his lips. There is silence. The man shifts in his chair and cocks his head to the side. He opens his eyes. Nothing. Not a sound. The man strains to hear the melodic sounds of the symphony. He shifts back and forth in the chair, his hand raised and cupped around his ear. Nothing. Not a sound. The man knows that the symphony has begun. He looks closely at his watch. Ten after eight. He looks quizzically around. He rises and strides about the room. There is nothing. Frustrated and resigned, he looks at his watch one more time, sits back down and gazes at the floor, his head bent over his knees.

Surely, the air was filled with the sound of music, but without a radio the man remained deaf to every note. Likewise, our carnal mind is not capable of discerning the mind of Christ. No matter how hard he tries, the natural man cannot understand the things of God, or obey His commands. Although the universe is filled with the voice of God, the carnal man remains deaf to His every word. Without God’s spirit, we cannot hear Him. If He seems silent, then, perhaps, we are trying to listen with our fallen soul. If we are to hear His voice and discern His will for our lives, we must listen with the new man; who was born, not of the will of our flesh, but born of the will of God.