Are You Listening
Grandmother and I walked down the isle of a small country church tucked between Post and Tahoka, Texas. Just past the piano we stepped up two narrow steps and took our places beside six other choir members, who had sad faces. As we sang, my eyes drifted beyond the casket to the hand full of people scattered across the pews. I remember wondering why so few had come. At the age of fourteen, the whole thing made quiet an impression on me. I had never seen a dead body before, and I made sure I didn't that day. Not once did I look into the casket. I was visiting my grandmother for the summer. Not being a member of the church, I never really understood why she insisted I go. I listened and did what I was told because I didn't want to disappoint her. Are You Listening Like a child who doesn't understand, adults often don't listen to God. Perhaps, they don't care as they go about living life their way. Some are too busy traveling down the many avenues they trod, ...