Oh to be Known
I t never fails that just as we sit down for dinner, our phone rings. We assume it will be a telemarketer but on the off chance that it is a child calling....I answer. "Hello! (sigh....listen....listen) No, thank you. We're not interested." Disgustedly, I return to the dinner table. This pattern happens so often one would think that we'd stop falling for the ring. But....it may be a loved one whose voice we want to hear, a voice we know and recognize. We want to hear that voice of recognition. Flight 370 has bothered me in the deep, deep recesses of my heart and mind. How could a huge plane just vanish? Where could it be? How could this happen? Also, with the world seemingly at our doorstep via technology I'm overwhelmed at how large and vast and hidden places on the earth remain. I think of the moms and dads, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives who just want to hear a voice, to know an answer, to answer a phone and hea...