The following begins my newest book:
I felt the vibration and heard the telltale “b’ring.” I sighed and hesitated. The last time I answered my smartphone the voice on the other end wanted me to support “Flowers for the Friendless.” I answered, “I don’t accept solicitations over the phone,” then hit end call.
Maybe I’ll let the caller speak to my voice mail. If he really wants to reach me, he can text. The last time I listened to my voice mail a voice had said, “If you want to make a call, hang up and try again.”
With the urgency of finishing culling through e-mails disrupting my thoughts, I swiped the screen and said, “Hello! May I help you?” Dead silence. “Hello!” I tried again. “Who’s calling please?” Now I was prepared. If a voice asked, “Is this Mary Webbor the lady of the house?” I planned to hang up before the inevitable appeal, or listen to the appeal and then give my standard response about phone solicitations. In case the voice gave his name and called me by my familiar nickname, Terry, I could relax and listen.
But do I listen when God calls? He doesn’t ordinarily call on cell phones…..