'Here I am!  I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will go in and eat with him, and he with me.'  (Rev 3:20).  
                                -- Jesus

Had this dream last night.  A preacher was trying to paint a picture of hearing from God.  As he walked on stage, a window was behind him.  The closer he came to the window, the brighter the light shown through it.  Walking away from the window resulted in the light dimming.  'Our listening to God,' he explained, 'is much like this window.  God has never moved, but we tend to wander, and as we wander further from the window, the light (voice of God) fades, but as we pursue the window, draw near to it, its light becomes penetrating.'

Wow.  How true that is in my experience.  Life gets so … loud. The demands of our careers, the expectations of our families, the worries of our futures and the demons of our pasts, they are forever disorienting and distracting us from the light in the window.  And it seems that the more that we long for the light, that voice of our King, the louder the distractions become. 

Now part of that I understand may just be that as we long for God, we become more acutely aware of our condition, of the matrix that has imprisoned us. While there was a time when we were not even conscious that the window existed, now having revelation, we long for what we do not see.

But another part is literally the amount of the noise, and its increasing volume. And what else would we expect? Of course the job gets crazier, the kids demand more and the failures of the past are paraded before us.  Much as a child who is not getting the attention that he wants, so our enemy begins to throw a fit, a distraction, to turn us away from the real source of life.

The window, however, has not moved.  It is still there, offering light, direction … LIFE.  So as Admiral Farragut so apply put it after watching his lead ship destroyed by mines but also realizing that turning back at this point would surely spell defeat, ‘Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.’

The window is calling.

To the King,

David