ELOGOS for Wednesday

Acts 2:5-8
Now there were devout Jews from every nation under heaven living in Jerusalem. And at this sound the crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard them speaking in the native language of each. Amazed and astonished, they asked, “Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own native language?
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How many times I have heard "But that isn't what I said...."  How many times I have heard "What you said doesn't matter. That is not what they heard." Communication is difficult enough even when the words we are using are the same language.  We can carefully craft a sentence, but that care cannot guarantee the way in which it will be heard.  Fragile threads of our relationships with one another fray over a voice inflection, the timing of a breath, the volume of deliver, the movement of an eye, a twitch of a cheek.  We react. We correct. We over correct. We shake our heads in frustration and confusion. We walk away. Something in the wind, the turn of a leaf, the flap of our clothes against our bodies turns us back to try again, to try to understand one another once again. Something in the wind is not letting us give up on one another even in the face of inscrutable language.
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Holy God, tell me again what you want me to know. Amen.