I am not a great listener.
I lose focus. One word can
trigger any number of divergent thoughts causing my mind to race off in pursuit
like a dog chasing cats. At other times
I leap ahead, thinking about what I want to say rather than listening to what
is being said. I have to discipline
myself to re-focus on what is being said, sometimes scrambling to piece
together the gaps that I missed during my mental lapse.
My wife knows this. She can see it in my eyes. Sometimes she will stop talking and the silence will awaken me from my temporary daydream. “You’re not listening,” she says. Of course she is right. But occasionally I am lucky enough to be able to repeat the last sentence that she spoke, retrieving it from some kind of digital recording in my head, even though it’s meaning was not being registered in my brain.
My wife knows this. She can see it in my eyes. Sometimes she will stop talking and the silence will awaken me from my temporary daydream. “You’re not listening,” she says. Of course she is right. But occasionally I am lucky enough to be able to repeat the last sentence that she spoke, retrieving it from some kind of digital recording in my head, even though it’s meaning was not being registered in my brain.
My wife, on the other hand, is a great listener. That is one of the reasons I married
her. She listens intently, not just to
me, but also to anyone speaking to her. I once watched a total stranger stop
her on the street in New York and spill out his life story. I have witnessed the same thing on subways,
in train stations and shopping centers in the U.S. and Europe. You can see it in her eyes. She focuses.
She doesn’t glance around the room wondering if there is someone else
she should speak to. She doesn’t look beyond you. Her eyes don’t glaze over in a fixed stare pretending to listen while she thinks about something else.
Listening is a powerful gift. It is transformational. When
someone listens to us without judgment or accusation, we hear and see ourselves
differently. Somehow the act of having someone truly listen enables us to sort
through our emotions and confusions to reach better conclusions. Feelings of isolation and loneliness dissolve
and melt away when someone listens to us. The listener, by listening, has the
ability to heal.
Most of us are far more intent on being heard than hearing.
When we pretend to listen, we are, more often simply waiting for a gap, a
chance in the conversation to insert our already preconceived conclusions. We
interrupt one another with conversations that often are running on different
tracks.
How many times have we injured someone, or simply failed to
help someone, because we were too quick to speak? How different our world would be if parents
listened to their children; if bosses listened to their employees; if
businesses listened to their customers; if politicians listened to the people;
if persons in power listened to each other?
Maybe if we were better at listening to one another, we might be better
at listening to God.
The Bible says, “Everyone must be quick to hear and slow to
speak.” (James 1:19). God says, “Listen
carefully to Me, and eat what is good, and delight yourself in abundance. Incline your ear and come to Me. Listen,
that you may live.” (Isaiah 55:2-3).
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