One Little Boy, One Little Robe

1 Samuel 2 & 3

The calling of Samuel seems such a remarkable story.  He is 12-ish years old when he first hears God say his name out loud.  He sees his mom once a year when she brings him a new little robe.  I’m always struck by the image of this little boy living in the temple 24/7; living, serving, resting.  Living side by side with Eli.  And with Hophni and Phinehas.  He literally “grew up in the presence of the LORD.” (Ch 2:21)

During this time a prophet came to rebuke Eli for the conduct of his sons, and for his lack of discipline.  And he speaks judgement over the house of Eli; much heartbreak, blinding tears, dying.

This little boy, “who was growing in stature and in favor with the LORD and with men” (Ch 2:26) has to bring the Words of God’s judgment to Eli about his sons.  Eli hungry for a Word from the LORD. Any Word.  Ch 3:1 “In those days the word of the LORD was rare; there were not many visions.”  But Eli submitted to God’s Words.  “He is the LORD; let Him do what is good in His eyes.” (Ch 3:18)

Ch 3: 19 “The LORD was with Samuel as he grew up, and he let none of his words fall to the ground.”

I love those words and the picture of that kind of listening to God speaking.   Every word something precious to behold, not dropping a single crumb.  

Has anyone every listened to you like that?  With absolute focus and undivided attention?  Listening with both eyes and with both ears.  Electronic devices firmly switched off? 

Do I listen to God’s Word that way?  With my whole heart and my whole mind and my whole soul?  I would love to say yes.  But often my mind is already racing far ahead of me into my day.  Occupied by all the things I have to do and my heart anxious about the weather.   It is hard to drop it all and turn it off and focus solely on God and His Word. 

But this pencil and this paper.

It helps me listen better. 

With empty hands.

While it is still dark.