The voice of God speaks so loudly, yet so gently. His Spirit convicts and directs, yet the human heart resists His promptings. God doesn't give up, constantly trying to get a word in. The 'prayers' made are mostly one-way traffic, directed at God then concluded with a quick AMEN before snoring ensues. God sighs and waits for the dreams to start, He will be heard tonight. The dreams begin and the human mind takes over from the heart. Every effort at Godly communication is blocked by a perverse thought and so it seems, God 'loses' yet another match in this unending struggle. God waits for the morning, He will be heard.
The alarm clock rings and the annoyed hand reaches out to stop the noise. The mind is displeased that it has been denied a few more minutes of slumber and so the day begins in anger. Should he read His Bible this morning, a thought dropped by God, or should He go direct to the showers? The Bible is left untouched as the shower gets some extra minutes to 'wash away' the anger developing withing. The radio is on, Christian music supposedly, but the man cannot listen to the words, he is too busy moving to the beat. The song does not inspire, it causes him to perspire instead, so he spends a few more minutes washing off the sweat built up under the hot shower. God waits for the day, He will be heard.
The matatu tout calls for passengers to his loud vehicle. Other touts call to the man as well, they are all similarly loud and the quieter matatus are playing radio stations that have questionable content. He is not listening out for the best music or wholesome conversation, he waits to hear which matatu is cheapest. He boards and survives the sexually explicit conversations on radio as he continues to seeth at having to pay so much more busfare to town. The traffic jam annoys him even more and now he is ready to bite anyone's head off. God waits for His chance. He will still be heard.
The alarm clock rings and the annoyed hand reaches out to stop the noise. The mind is displeased that it has been denied a few more minutes of slumber and so the day begins in anger. Should he read His Bible this morning, a thought dropped by God, or should He go direct to the showers? The Bible is left untouched as the shower gets some extra minutes to 'wash away' the anger developing withing. The radio is on, Christian music supposedly, but the man cannot listen to the words, he is too busy moving to the beat. The song does not inspire, it causes him to perspire instead, so he spends a few more minutes washing off the sweat built up under the hot shower. God waits for the day, He will be heard.
The matatu tout calls for passengers to his loud vehicle. Other touts call to the man as well, they are all similarly loud and the quieter matatus are playing radio stations that have questionable content. He is not listening out for the best music or wholesome conversation, he waits to hear which matatu is cheapest. He boards and survives the sexually explicit conversations on radio as he continues to seeth at having to pay so much more busfare to town. The traffic jam annoys him even more and now he is ready to bite anyone's head off. God waits for His chance. He will still be heard.
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