August 6 – Deaf Ears
Man cries for help. Man feels his need of Me. All unmindful that countless times I draw near unheard, pass on unnoticed, speak to deaf ears, touch brows fretted and wrinkled by earth’s cares.
“The Christ is dead,” man says.
Alive and longing, full of a living tenderness I passed his way today. He heeded not.
Man hears the storms, the wind, the earthquake, and his ears still pulsing with the echoes he hears no Still Small Voice. Oh, do not miss Me, My children.