The hearing specialist came out to call the
next patient, “Stephen”. I looked around the waiting room, but there was no one
else but me. So I asked her, do you mean “David”? She said “yes, that’s who I
just said.”
She was helping me decide about getting hearing
aids. We looked over the results of the first hearing test. My left ear dropped
off so badly in the high frequencies that they insisted I get an MRI on my
inner ear canal to rule out a physiological cause. But the result that I had
not noticed, prior, she pointed out. One of the tests had been word
recognition. With my left ear I scored only 52%. I got 13 right and 12 wrong.
The other ear was 80%. The funny thing is this. I remembered doing that word
recognition test. I didn’t miss a single word, I thought. Certainly don’t need
hearing aids.
My dear, wonderful wife, Carol, is the one who
insisted that I get my hearing checked. So I did so, just to prove to her that
I could hear just fine, thank you. She also insisted I get my vision checked. I
went to the optometrist to see if I needed glasses, something a bit more prescriptive
than the reading glasses I had been buying from the Dollar Store. After the
vision test the optometrist started looking into my eyeballs with some special
scope. He told me that glasses would do me no good, because I had cataracts
that were clouding my vision so much.
I had recognized that one eye was getting more
and more blurry, or cloudy, so I wasn’t surprised. When I went to see the Ophthalmologist
to discuss cataract surgery she looked into my eyeballs as well. Her comment
was simple, “I don’t know how you can even see.”
The morning after surgery to remove the
cataract in my right eye is a vivid memory. I got up like usual and went to the
sink to wash my face and wake up. I was startled and stepped back from the mirror,
hardly recognizing the guy looking back at me. He had spots, scars, wrinkles
and whiskers, a face I had not seen in years, I reckon. After a few days I
began to realize that the left eye, the one that was my good eye, was now very
cloudy. What I thought was a good eye was almost as bad as my bad eye. The
doctor said, “I told you so. I have reserved another surgery date for you.”
I am amazed at how bad my hearing and my
eyesight was and I did not even have a clue. It reminds me of statements in
Scripture. “They have eyes but do not see, ears but do not hear” (Jer 5:21). After
telling a parable Jesus often challenged his listeners, saying, “He who has
ears let him hear” (Mt 11:15). And at the close of each of the assessments of
the seven churches in Revelation 2 and 3 Jesus said the same, “He who has ears
let him hear”.
The Jews of OT times were dull and blind to the
truth of the prophets. Hard hearts, molded by the cultures around them, defiantly
insisting that God should conform to their lifestyle. The Jews of NT times were
dull and blind to the teaching of Jesus about the New Kingdom. They thought
they had God all figured out. You can’t change a mind that is smarter than God.
And the church, full of believers, is pictured by the Lord of the Church as
being dull and blind to its condition. A happy, going concern, but off the
mark. All of these, having ears and eyes,
are totally unaware that they do not hear the voice of God. Clueless. Just like
me, with my ears and my eyes.
I wanted to understand this phenomenon. Why do
so many people have ears but do not hear God, eyes but not see Him. Even those
who seem to be otherwise spiritually inclined. The answer could be summed up in
one word. Bias. We tend to hear God (or not hear Him), interpret His
truth, and incorporate it into our life, based on the bias of our heart. The bias
to accept the lifestyle of the world about us. The bias to accept long-standing
theological beliefs that rule out any other understanding. The bias to be
carefree and easygoing in surrendering all to the amazing love of God. In the
parable of the four soils, there is one who hears the word of God, receives it,
and bears fruit. That person is “noble and good” (Mt 13:13-23).