In the thick of the lunch time crowd, the two friends were chatting. Suddenly the Red Indian paused. He stopped the conversation, squatted, and lifted up the cover of a drain. The Red Indian reached in and pulled out a cricket.
New Yorker friend: Wow. You mean you heard that cricket in all this noise ?
Red Indian: Watch this.
The Red Indian reached into his pocket and took out two dollars worth of loose change. He held the change in his palm. And there, in the thick of the bustling crowd in the heart of New York city, the Red Indian emptied the contents in his palm on to the floor.
As the shillings fell and rolled on the cement walkway, different faces in the crowd stopped and looked to the ground investigating the cause of that familiar sound.
The Red Indian turned to his New Yorker friend and said, "people hear what they want to hear".
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You know, too often we are caught in the intensity and speed of work and life rolls us by. Can we take the time to hear that still small voice of reason, compassion and conscience?
"Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts." Hebrews 4:7
