Yesterday I was sitting in front of my computer in my office – which is also my music studio, and I began to hear a very strange vibration. I could not determine the source of the weird sound and began to look around for an outside source that would cause this. My son Shawn was sitting directly behind me at my piano, with earphones in his ears, with his Macbook in front of him – doing some music project for his class at Green River – or updating a music audition – SOMETHING – I’m not exactly sure what. Anyway, he was there when the strange noise began. So naturally I turned in my chair and demanded, “Shawn – are you making that noise?” I had to tap him on the shoulder to get him to recognize me – and he slowly removed one earphone and said, “Does it sound like a metronome?” It did not.
Oddly enough, the day before while teaching a voice student, my digital piano started to make a loud “squeally” sound – much like feedback when using a microphone and I had to turn it off and power it back on again. Same thing. It was weird. We never did find out why it was acting that way.
So when I could not find the reason for the strange vibration at my desk – it became very distressing. I looked around my office trying to find the “source” and I’m sure looked like a mad woman as I stared up at the ceiling, looked at the walls – walked to the file cabinets and just “listened”. With a crazed look I was determined to find it.
The utility room is on the other side of my office/studio and I asked Shawn if it might be the washing machine – he said, “Probably”. Well. I guess that settled it – except it didn’t, you know what I mean? Was I going crazy? “Is this how it’s going to happen”, I thought “little by little – reality will start to slip away – not in a big way – but in the small things that you can’t EVER figure out?”
Greg was upstairs completely unaware of my drama down below. I finally called him down to “listen” with me. I figured if he couldn’t solve this terrible problem – it couldn’t be solved. As “Husband” and “Father” of the home – it has always been his responsibility to find and conquer ‘bad odors’ – ‘unidentified noises’ and ‘dirty dishes’. I was quite comfortable to rest and wait, knowing the answer must soon be on its way. He came down – listened for a moment and then smiled. He said, “I know what it is” and reached up to the wall above my computer to a metal wall plaque that says, “Jesus”. It was loose and banging the wall with the vibration of the washing machine – causing a very odd sound which could not be pinpointed.
Greg said, “I think Jesus is trying to get your attention” – and then walked smugly away. Snicker, snicker. Very funny. At least I think it’s funny. Maybe He is! What a great reminder. Can we hear him above all the “white noise” of everyday life? Does He have to shake it up a bit in order for us to stop and really listen?
Just something to thing about.
Jesus? Is that you? You have my attention. I’m listening…