I read the story and watched the video of little 3-year-old Grayson Clamp and how this beautiful boy heard his first words the other day. Grayson was born without his cochlear nerve. Now I’m not a doctor but I read that this is a nerve that connects the brain stem to audio waves. Grayson was fitted with a cochlear implant but it didn’t help as the nerves itself were gone – thus making the implant ineffective. The reason he was eventually able to hear is that he was THEN given an auditory brain stem implant (something that was available to adults but only became recently available to children, with Grayson being the first child to receive one) that was originally created to help adults who had nerve damage. What did he hear? His Father’s voice.
Why do I share this story? Why am I writing about it? Because it’s beautiful. Because it’s amazing. Because science has done so many marvelous things that can help aid us through life. Because if you have a heart then you are touched. Because as I watch the video and see the truly beautiful expression on Grayson’s face when he hears his Dad’s voice brings me to tears.
Because I want to hear my Father’s voice.
This video gets me because I am a father. This video gets me because I am a son. This video gets me because I know that I will break down in joy and happiness as tears gush out when I hear my Father’s voice as he welcomes me with open arms. This video and story get me because just like Grayson, there is a connection problem. While Grayson’s connection problem is only 3 years old – ours goes back to Adam and Eve.
This video gets me because I can be reading Scripture and the Holy Spirit moves me to tears as I listen to the voice of God. Just like Grayson, we too have a way to finally hear our Father…Jesus Christ. You can get cheesy and say that Christ is like our “auditory brain stem implant” but that is pretty ridiculous and silly. However, what is MORE effective is to say that Christ solved the problem. He fixed what was broken – what we broke. His death on the cross took away that bad connection that was making it impossible for us to hear our Father’s voice clearly, concisely, and to be able to turn around and see Him. Sometimes His voice isn’t as clear as I’d like it to be…and that’s probably because I’ve done something dumb (which tends to happen) – but our Father never stops talking to us. Through prayer, through Scripture, through the breeze on a cool summer night.
Maybe I’m a softy…but I cannot wait to hear his voice. My time will come. God knows the day and the hour. Until then I will continue to live for Him and serve Him. I am comforted knowing that I hear his voice in Scriptures, in relationships, in people that I am blessed to grow and be strengthened by, in my children and wife, in the church. Through His Son. Through His Spirit.
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me.” John 10:27-28
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