We have a small music box containing three separate cylinders, thus it plays three different tunes. I like it best when all three songs are playing at the same time. I know that sounds strange but each time the music is a different delicate cacophonic dissonance of never before heard music. Each time is an original composition created by different starting times. If you concentrate you can pick out each separate tune as you filter out the other two. I know the definitions of cacophony and dissonance imply unpleasant jarring sounds. But the softness of the music box produces something eerily beautiful.
There are millions of prayers simultaneously ascending to God’s ears. Each moment He hears the beautiful sounds of His children intermingled with need, worship and love. As a teacher I sometimes have to ask my students to politely wait their turn for I am not capable of grasping their concurrently spoken ideas. Our Father has no such limitation. You can speak. I can speak. We do not need to wait for our turn. Neither the softness of our thanksgiving nor the pained anguish of our needs interfere with His caring cognition.
The wonder of our Heavenly Father will challenge our intellects forever as we seek to grasp the immensity of His love for us. Paul wrote, “Open the door and invite him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you’ll be able to take in with all followers of Jesus the extravagant dimensions of Christ’s love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3.
Thusly as we all speak to Him it is music to His heart.
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