Book Review of The Power of Listening: Building Skills for Mission and Ministry
by Lynne M. Baab, a monthly contributor to Godspace.
Reviewed by Sarah Sanderson
I’m not a natural-born listener. I’m definitely not one of those people who chose a vocation as a counsellor at age twelve because her friends were always confiding in her. No, I’m more of a natural-born interrupter. Start to tell me something important, and my tendency is to get so excited about whatever it is you’re talking about that I have to share my own thoughts, right away, right now, before you’ve even finished.
When I first tried to reform my ways, I thought that listening was simply the opposite of talking. Instead of jumping in and interrupting my friends, I would bite my tongue and concentrate on keeping my mouth shut. Remaining silent equals listening, right? Not if you’re so worried about not talking that you still can’t hear anything the other person says.
It turns out that listening is a much more complex and nuanced skill than simply putting a clamp on your tongue. Thankfully, God has graciously given me role models and road maps as I seek to grow in my listening capabilities. Lynne Baab’s book, The Power of Listening, offers both: the role models and the road map. Sharing quotes and examples from great listeners, as well as laying out a broad framework for how listening functions in many different settings, this book is a trustworthy guide. Baab has much to offer both for listening novices like me and for those lifelong listeners out there who seek to understand and apply their innate skills in new ways.
Listening requires not just staying quiet, but paying attention. In this fast-paced world of ours, we can become so overwhelmed that we stop paying attention to much of anything. The Power of Listening shows us how and why to bring our attention back into focus.
The book begins with a compelling true story: a missionary returned, after years of overseas service, to a declining congregation. By patiently listening for the latent passions buried deep in the hearts of the beleaguered church members, and then showing them how to listen to the needs of their community, the missionary helped to spark new enthusiasm, outreach, and growth. In this real-life example, listening was not confined to a single conversation, but became the bedrock of a months-, even years-long process of revitalization.
How can we learn to listen like that, in a way that matters, for our church, our community, and our world? What does it mean to listen to communication that is unspoken, such as creation, art, and even the architectural spaces and online messages around us? What role does posture play in prayer? What do we do with the anxiety that naturally arises within us as we listen to another’s pain? The Power of Listening raises and addresses question after question like this, ranging from the practical to the profound.
Baab gives particular primacy to the role of listening in churches. This book will be useful for clergy and lay leaders, as well as for church members. Each chapter offers questions at the end for use in small groups or personal reflection.
I first read The Power of Listening when it was released a couple of years ago. One story in particular stuck with me. Baab relates a time when she was recovering from surgery. She noticed that well-wishers often didn’t sit with the topic of her recovery process as long as she wished they would. Her experience as one who needed listening led to an insight: when talking with trauma survivors, it can be helpful to gently return to the topic of trauma again, even after the first “how are you” question has been lobbed and volleyed.
I used this concept just this morning. A friend told me how she was struggling with her mother’s advanced cancer. I listened, and prayed for her. The conversation continued on. But I sensed further sadness in my friend.
“I’m still feeling sad about your mom,” I offered. This kind of reflective empathy is one of the practical tools Baab offers in her book.
“I’m sad, too,” my friend replied, and she went on to give me new information that hadn’t come up in our first conversation. We continued on to have an even deeper time of prayer.
If The Power of Listening can help even a natural-born interrupter like me become a better listener, it’s a powerful book indeed.
(Sarah Sanderson is an MFA student at Seattle Pacific University, a pastor’s wife, and a mom of four. Her writing, on topics like faith, mental illness, parenting, and everyday life, can be found at confessionsofahumanmom.blogspot.com and www.sarahlsanderson.com.)
Photographer Daniel Etter.
There are few who haven’t been moved by the visible anguish of Laith Majid as he and his family finally landed safely on the shores of a Greek island. Clutching his little ones, he arrived drenched and freezing in a rubber dinghy barely afloat, with an entire nation’s pain written on his face. His bravery and suffering awakened my heart like a stinging slap of icy salt water.
I wept for him. I tried to imagine what it was like to be him.
I have never been so very desperate as to dare to bring my family and others across a huge sea in a rubber dinghy meant for 3.
I have never had to leave absolutely everything behind, showing up in a new land as a pauper with children in tow, fully dependent on the good will of others.
I have never had to test the courage it takes to simply choose to live.
It’s easy to go throughout my busy week and forget that millions of people live on this planet with refugee status. The UN says that there are “currently some 43 million uprooted victims of conflict and persecution worldwide. More than 15 million of them are refugees who have fled their countries, while another 27 million are people who remain displaced by conflict inside their own homelands — so-called ‘internally displaced people’.” The sheer numbers of desperate people are overwhelming. They are people who love and are loved, people who have hopes and dreams. And for the many who are housed in refugee camps, generations will pass before anything really changes for them.
I don’t believe we forget because we don’t care. A good many of us are simply trying to love God and our families, do our jobs, pay our bills, and surf the ups and downs of our lives. It’s not lost on us that in America we have it pretty good.
But here are desperate human beings asking the world for help.
This brings up lots of legitimate questions and concerns. How many refugees can a local economy take at once? How do we designate resources for all the people in need? Is there enough to go around? Is there enough for us? And what if they have terrorist leanings? Are we inviting the horrific cruelty of ISIL into our midst? We all know that the political struggle over the issues has been divisive and brutal.
I’m tired of arguing a “side”. I can only dare myself to gaze at Mr. Majid’s face and encounter his need. It scares me.
I am grateful that we have our stories, our sacred narratives that can speak to the humbling truth that I have no idea what to do. The refugee situation is a worldwide crisis. The battle of the Left and Right keeps us stuck. But I have been reading some of the work of theologian Walter Brueggemann who brings us to the stories that deal with overwhelming pain and stuckness.
[Note: These next paragraphs are my attempt to synthesize and summarize Dr. Brueggemann’s brilliant words and work from The Prophetic Imagination. The first edition of this book was written in 1978 but I find it uncannily fitting for today. Any and all brilliance in the following paragraphs is purely his.]
The story of the Exodus is a powerful point of identity for Israel. They had been were slaves in Egypt. They had become accustomed to life under Pharaoh. It was the only social reality that could be imagined. Even the religion of the Hebrew people was subverted to work for the Pharaoh’s purposes to keep the machinations of his kingdom moving. Life was hard but at least there was work and food. But Israel cried out under their bondage. And God heard.
In the stories that follow, we see that the claims of Pharaohs’ empire are ended by the disclosure of the freedom of God, that is, that God is not beholden to maintain the purposes of the dominant culture. God is not captive to anyone’s social perception or purposes. The God of Moses subverts the comfortable reality of Pharaoh and sides with the oppressed and the marginalized. The God of Moses dismantled the politics of oppression and exploitation by countering it with the politics of justice and compassion. The Hebrews found themselves being formed into a new way of being, to match the vision of God’s freedom.
The revolution of Moses was sustained for generations (with some significant ups and downs) until under King Solomon, Israel itself became “empire”. The kingdom of Solomon was one of incredible affluence. Whereas the alternative consciousness of Moses arose in a time of scarcity, there were enough consumer goods in Israel under Solomon to remove much of their anxiety about survival. The alternative consciousness brought by Moses began to lose ground. It is difficult to maintain a revolution of justice and freedom when there is satiation. In our own economy for example, says Brueggemann, it is hard to maintain passion for civil rights when we are so overly fed.
However, he continues, the great Solomonic achievement was achieved by oppressive social policy. The affluence was hierarchal and unevenly distributed. Brueggemann also suggests that the religion of the Hebrews once again became a static religion in which the freedom of God was subverted into servicing the purposes of the King. He calls this a “religion of immanence” which means that the prevailing idea was that God was at the disposal of the King. When religion becomes static in order to maintain the purposes of empire, the people are conditioned to become afraid of anything that might change the status quo. The passion for real freedom and justice has been co-opted for lesser things. Those in power know that all it takes to counter an alternative consciousness is satiation.
Brueggemann describes the effects of the empire’s numbing satiation of the people: In the royal program of achievable satiation there is a religion of optimism in which God has no business other than to maintain our standard of living. There are no mysteries to honor but only problems to be solved using the cost accounting of management mentality. The value of a soul is calculated by statistics and financial speculations. This numbing satiation also requires the annulment of neighbor as life giver. It imagines we can “live outside history as self-made men and women.”
America, in all her splendor, is not unlike the empire of Solomon and Pharaoh. We boast unprecedented affluence and yet, the distribution of such affluence is extremely inequitable. As with Solomon and Pharaoh, the working class supports the upper echelon. American Christianity has in large part become conflated with the American dream, the religion of optimism. Being self-made and pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps has become a religious value. American Christianity has become static in that we cannot see beyond our infighting to imagine a different reality this side of heaven. In our sleepy satiation, pockmarked with bouts of fear, we only can see to preserve ourselves.
But just as it was with Israel, it seems we have come to a time when God has tired of indifferent affluence. Like the prophets of old, the sopping, traumatized travelers that are washing up on the earth’s shores serve as a means of startling our hearts awake beyond our fears, our politics, and our comforts. The reality of human suffering – all of our suffering- can awaken us to seek a better vision that matches the freedom of God.
Even as empire lives by numbness and controlled perceptions, Jesus penetrates numbness and enters into the hurt of desperate people, and eventually comes to embody it. He reveals a very different value system than empire, where the outcast and the loser are the valued ones, where he calls into question even all moral distinction on which the society was based, and where he transforms through his own vulnerable solidarity with poor, empty and grieving.
The answers we seek lie in the awakening of our consciousness. Our future is not bound by this present. It cannot be assured or guaranteed by the values of empire. However, Jesus shows us the way to this alternative consciousness, this new mind. It is the way that empire can never imagine. It is the way of self-emptying. Jesus does not numb himself to the pain of the hurting; he joins it. He is mercy.
Brueggemann says that the future is an unqualified yes from God. God is free from the mechanistic ways of our best systems, our “what if’s”, and our fears around fairness and deservingness. If we believe this is true, we are also free to imagine a reality different from the one we have created. We are free to risk and to enter into the pain of the refugee. We are free to awaken the passion of mercy.
“Passion is the capacity and readiness to care, to suffer, to die, and to feel is the enemy of imperial reality. Imperial economy is designed to keep people satiated so that they do not notice. Its politics tend to block out the cries of the denied ones. Its religion is to be an opiate so that no one discerns misery alive in the heart of God.” The misery of Mr. Majid is the misery of God. As we awaken again to the freedom of God, we may just find a way to join Mr. Majid there in God’s aching heart. We may awaken enough to dare to imagine God’s alternative reality, and we may just heal the world.
I sit this morning amazed by the stillness around me. We had a thunderstorm last night with pounding rain and flashing lightning but it is hard to imagine that as I sit quietly drinking in the beauty of God’s world. The air is clean, the mountains crystal clear, the birdsong loud and exuberant.
This has been a stormy week, and like many of us I feel battered and worn. The shootings in Orlando first of a young Christian singer and then the mass killings at the Pulse nightclub, as well as the shooting of a young British politician left us all reeling. Hatred and vitriol have thundered around us exacerbated by the growing political animosity and name calling. In my own life the sudden death of a friend and the turmoil of my own uncertain health issues swirl around me. Even the internet trolls had a go at me.
Storms make it hard to focus and even harder to draw close to God. It is not easy to move beyond the thunder of strident angry voices raised in judgement and condemnation. The supercharged atmosphere caused by violence and animosity incites us to respond with our own violence and anger. But in the aftermath of a storm, the gentle whispers of God’s voice can be heard with amazing clarity, if we are willing to listen to them.
After a storm is always a good time to look, to listen and to take notice. Colours shine with a vibrant light, sounds resonate with fresh melodies and sights seem vivid with new life. And in the stillness I become aware of God’s gentle whisper, beckoning me to rest, to refresh and to receive comfort.
Yet taking notice of the vibrant clarity that comes in the aftermath of a storm is a deliberate choice. We must stop and look and listen. Sometimes we would rather hide from God and live in the chaos where supercharged emotions control us. We are afraid to reach out for the inner peace that God’s gentle whisper offers us because it comes at a cost we may not be willing to accept – the letting go of our resentments and prejudices or the loss of personal freedoms in the pursuit of the common good. Or perhaps it means the letting go of fear itself in order to allow the love of God to embrace us.
What is your response?
What are the storms in your life that have cleared the air, and made your perspectives of God more vibrant and alive?
Watch the video below and imagine you are sitting in the middle of a storm. Clap your hands imagining the sound of thunder, and the flash of lightning. How do you feel? Now think of the storms that rage in your own life and in the world around you. Clasp your hands tightly together. What thoughts and emotions thunder in your mind? What fears and anxieties flash like lightning for you? What fears and anxieties rise the the surface and overwhelm you?
Now imagine the storm has passed. Sit quietly with your eyes closed listening for the gentle whisper of God’s voice. Open your eyes, unclasp your hands and sit with your palms upward. What do you notice? What seems most vibrant and alive to you? How does it change your perceptions of the chaos within and around you? Offer a prayer to God releasing the fears and anxieties of your storm. rest in the stillness of God’s presence.
Father from pixabay with permission
What to say about fathers, I thought to myself, and prayed, which has not already been said? I have known a lot of fathers, some wonderful like my own, some pretty good, some indifferent, some harsh and abusive. So much judgement we bring to the idea of fathers, measuring them against one another and deciding on their merit or otherwise! We do the same to mothers of course, and we blame the failures of our lives (often with good cause, often without) on our parents, and seldom credit them with our successes.
But the truth is that there are as many different fathers as there are men. And that all men are father figures whether or not they have had their own children. Oh, we all have our ideas of what a father should be like, and our own regrets perhaps, about the fathering we did not receive, or we did not give. We think, maybe, that a father should be strong, a doler-out of discipline or a teller of epic tales of derring-do. Some kind of epitome of masculinity, depicting all the best qualities of whatever we’ve decided maleness ought to be.
In point of fact, there is only one perfect father, and the comparison with him is always going to be a rather unfair one, yet we do it instinctively, and perhaps that is why parenthood is one of the toughest and least respected roles in our society. It is also one of the most important to do well.
Pondering a little more, I think that acceptance of the idea that our dads did and are doing their best is the wisest course, putting our judgement to one side. Because whatever standards our dads did or don’t measure up to, the best thing that an earthly father can do is be present. To just be himself, offering of himself, loving us as himself. Just as the manliest thing a man can be is himself, whole and not held to anyone else’s idea of what he should constitute as a human being.
Is the worst thing a father can be, then, absent? Well outside of abuse, perhaps. But that depends what we mean. Sometimes the best dads are ones who don’t live with their children, but who still spend time with them, making sacrifices of hours, money and travel to do so. So it is maybe emotional absence that is the most harmful, and emotional presence the best thing a man can do for his kids.
That we or they know love, this is all that matters. It might only be half an hour being pushed on the swings in the park once a fortnight, or a phone call grabbed between shifts. As long as during that short time there is love, that’s being a great dad. So is giving up your job to look after the children, as both men and women do. Because sacrifice and time are key in any act of loving.
So this Father’s Day, I counsel that we give our dads some acceptance, that we cut them some slack. That we let them relax into being themselves with us. That we recognise that they do all deserve that “Best Dad in the World” card. Because there is no magic formula to family, and if we are showing up, we are doing it right.
©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt
By Andy Wade –
It continually amazes me that the Creator of the entire universe, of all things visible and invisible, cares so deeply for each tiny element formed by his hands. God beckons us into relationship, into healing, into wholeness, and then invites us to join hands with the Almighty to bring healing to the whole creation. This God, this loving, grace-filled God, calls us out of isolation and into relationship.
Even our deepest brokenness cannot separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus. Nor can it sever us from the web of life, each part fashioned and sustained by the breath of love. As we draw near to God we also draw near to one another and to all that God created and called very good.
God of light and life, let you light shine and illuminate the path before us.
Holy Interruptions
By Andy Wade –
It was already a busy week when I got the call, “Hello, Andy? Vincent (not his real name) needs to get to the hospital right away. Can you come help me?”
It wasn’t the first emergency in Vincent’s life. In fact, in the past year he had been on life support two times and not expected to live. It was summer, the Hood River Warming Shelter was closed, and I was busy. But Vincent wasn’t just some “homeless guy”; he was a friend. One of the important aspects of how we run the shelter is to remove the stigma of homelessness by breaking down the “us – them” mentality and understanding that it’s only us.
Vincent was not “like me”. And yet, the more I hung around him, the more alike I realized we were. I didn’t really want to get involved in another crisis. I had enough going on. But “Yes” was the only answer.
I was thinking about this story as I reflected on this month’s theme: Listening. Really it was listening that got me into this. At the time it was listening both to the plea for help from Vincent’s wife as well as listening to the quiet voice of God to get involved. None of this was about guilt but more about God pulling me out of my self-centeredness and into the lives of others. God was inviting me to love both God and neighbor.
As I pulled my car into the camp I could see that Vincent was in distress. He would drift from lucidity to completely passed out. Over the years alcohol had ravaged his body, and his body was now screaming, “Enough!” With a bit of work, we loaded Vincent into the car and rushed off to the hospital. After a few hours there, it was decided they couldn’t help him in the way he needed, and he was rushed to Portland for further care.
Vincent drifted in and out of consciousness as he lay on his bed in the hospital. It appeared that the damage to his body had reached a tipping point and could take no more. But he hung on… and on… and on. Then a remarkable thing happened: he began to get well. Just over a month after he entered the hospital, Vincent was released. He still had no home to go to, but he was alive! And when I say “alive”, I mean truly alive. After over a month of forced sobriety, Vincent’s deep blue eyes sparkled, his mind was sharp, and he was beyond happy.
Life hadn’t gotten easier either. I really don’t know how he managed it, but as his wife and a campmate continued to suck down Hurricane beer, Vincent stood firm in his resolve not to drink. Soon he was hired as a dispatcher for a local taxi service. Although Vincent had always been a very upbeat person, I had never seen him so energized and happy.
Here’s the thing: I could have said no to that phone call. I could have stopped up my ears to the voice of God and the plea of my neighbor and friend. I could have done that and received praise for setting boundaries from some who thought I was already over-involved. But I would have missed out. I’m sure if I had responded, “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this today”, they would have found someone else. I was not Vincent’s savior. But God interrupted my life and invited me beyond myself. And what God invited me into was more than I could have ever asked or even imagined.
I wish that’s how the story ended. I like happy endings. But life is messier than that. 73 days after Vincent’s last drink he had a “cardiac event” while on the job, slipped into a coma and was placed on life support. Over the week that followed many friends came to visit him. For all the difficulties in Vincent’s life, he was deeply loved. A decision was finally made that it was time to take him off life support. As his closest family and friends surrounding him, we said our goodbyes, joined hands, prayed, cried, and watched as his last breath escaped his lips. It was finished.
Like so many living on the streets, Vincent was a follower of Jesus. Like all of us, he wrestled with his demons. It would be easy to surmise that his demon had won, but that would be so far from the truth. Although alcohol ravaged his body, Vincent lived his final 73 days in victory. He inspired so many of us with his joy, laughter, and those penetrating blue eyes that seemed to grow brighter every day he was free from his demon.
I miss him. It’s been nearly three years since his death, but every once-in-awhile I still catch myself looking for him at the places he used to hang out.
Through this experience God taught me to be awake, to listen, to look, to expect holy interruptions. They actually happen all the time, but we have to have eyes to see and ears to hear. What at first may appear as a disruption to routine may actually be God’s invitation to participate in something beautiful. Are you listening?
Mr. Lee is another friend who lived outside. I met him on the streets of Hong Kong where, with other friends, we shared many a conversation.
In Memory of Mr. Lee
Warm hand outstretched in greeting.
Who would have thought this pearl of friendship
Would be hidden in a simple box of rice,
Purchased with only a few kind words?
Carelessly tossed on the cool, damp concrete.
For ten years this was home.
For two years a place of fellowship
Where those filled with Jesus’ Spirit
Encountered another created in God’s image.
Tossed aside by the masses
Despised, rejected, familiar with grief.
A painful reminder of how easily we
Abandon the One who fashions us in His likeness.
Slipping from life just as you lived,
Alone, unnoticed by passersby.
Your home is now swept clean
The brutal efficiency of the city
Leaves no trace
That this corner was once a place of worship.
In the midst of the crowds, dirt, rats, and cardboard
We both encountered the love and grace of God.
May we meet once more
At the feast of God,
The banquet of life
Where death, sorrow, and crying are no more.
The Practice of Listening by Jenneth Graser
“This is my Son
Whom I love,
Listen to him.”
Mark 9:7
This is one of my favourite scriptures. If you place yourself at the scene of the Mount of Transfiguration, you can almost hear the voice of God booming with love over his Beloved Son, Jesus. Peter makes a suggestion that they stay there and build a shelter. It is very tempting to think of setting up a shelter in the glory of God’s presence. But the reality of His presence can only be conveyed to others, when we take what we have heard, down the mountain and into our daily lives.
I received some life changing teaching in the year 2000 from Mark Virkler on how to commune with God in a conversational way, by using journaling as a listening prayer tool. This helped me to break through in my relationship with God, a tendency towards self-reproach, which was often draining the enjoyment out of my times with God. The love God has for Jesus inspires me to listen to Him. As I come to learn to love myself with the love God has for me, it opens up a way to hear in a deeper and more meaningful way.
The practice of listening is the joy of relationship. True engaged listening is a gift we give to ourselves, to others and to God. Before we were married, my husband Karl and I went to a Listening course which opened up some meaningful discussion. And I began to put into practice some of these listening skills when I realised that my style of showing how I listened so well, by finishing off my husband’s sentences all the time, was not his way of feeling listened to at all! And I’m still working on it!
We can all learn to practice the skills of listening. The word “Listen!” can even hold some negative connotations for parents who are trying to make themselves heard with their kids. I hear myself saying that with a measure of exasperation sometimes, even though I realise that you cannot force listening. For active listening to take place, we need to come together with our children and have unbroken, respectful communication which happens best in a space of loving connection. Ideally yes, but in actuality, not always! But again, I’m working on it! How wonderful to know that God is always available with the best listening ears as our Father and Mother, who is constantly inviting us into relational communion.
Of great importance in the practice of listening is to make time for listening to yourself. This is just as important as listening to others, because when you feel heard by your own self, you will feel more able to listen to the thoughts and opinions of others. Sometimes we can rush around so much, our emotions and thoughts are trying to speak to us, but we don’t give them space to be heard.
The wisdom of the Spirit is communicated through quiet inner listening. When we allow this wisdom to be communicated, we don’t feel as much inclined to de-stress in other unhealthy ways. And we come to realise this will not come through other people’s affirmations, but through becoming the kindest friend towards ourselves in the knowledge that we are daughters and sons of the Living God. Unconditional love is one of the most important commandments, as Jesus explained that to Love God, love your neighbour as you love yourself, sums up all the law and the prophets. (Matthew 22:37-40) It is a simple and yet profound truth!
All to say, listening is a beautiful and very valuable gift that is rare in our society. It is something to be nourished and encouraged mindfully amongst ourselves. It is a practice I desire to deepen in my life and so I share with you some of the things that help me along the way:
- Lie flat, or sit down in a comfortable place and become aware of your breathing. As you breathe in and out and focus your attention on the rhythm of your breath, you become more able to hear the wisdom of God in the still small voice of silence.
- https://gravitycenter.com/practice/breath-prayer/
- Quiet music without words as a backdrop of prayer enriches the listening experience.
- I can recommend John Belt. You may find out more and download some music here:
- http://www.overflowglobal.com/
- As you relax your mind and cease striving, conversational prayer begins to open up.
- You can listen to Mark Virkler’s Keys to hearing God’s voice here:
- http://www.cwgministries.org/Four-Keys-to-Hearing-Gods-Voice
- Time set apart for self nurture and listening in these ways helps to balance the body, soul and mind with the daily requirements of life.
- This wonderful Centering Prayer App from Contemplative Outreach is a very helpful: http://www.contemplativeoutreach.org/centering-prayer-mobile-app
- Listening to nature helps us to slow into the pace of God’s ways, as we observe the constant rhythmic and cyclical patterns in all of creation. Many messages are waiting for us in nature as parables for us to hear.
- Looking at your favourite art pieces and waiting with the visual experience, allows room for listening. A painting that speaks to you in volumes may hold a message God has for you at the present time.
- Listening to others with our full attention is a wonderful practice of silencing the mind. We put aside finishing other people’s sentences, jumping in with advice or solutions, and trying to control the conversation. We can all learn to receive others more fully as we offer the gift of fully present listening. There is a joy in feeling fully received when you are listened to without distraction. We can learn to offer this joyful practice to others, because we know the healing it brings when we have experienced this ourselves.
- Meditative practices such as playing an instrument, colouring in, Zentangle, dance, mindful exercise, walking a labyrinth, painting… there are many creative ways that help us to slow down and engage with the present moment of listening.
- A meditative practice to try is Zentangle, you can find out more here:http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Zentangle
- Here are some finger labyrinths you may like to try: http://labyrinths.org/resources/resourcesforfacilitators.html
We are all called to listen on a daily basis, but mindful listening is something that only happens as we become more aware and practice. A precious gift given to another person who has felt heard in the deeper sense, releases a healing flow.
In which ways are you feeling drawn to practice listening to yourself, to others and to God?
Take some time to rest with God and this beautiful song “Listen” by Laura Woodley Osman:
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