The Parable of the Antique Radio and the Gentle Frequency
In a picturesque town, nestled between hills and rivers, young Eli was bequeathed an old radio from his grandfather, who had recently passed away. This radio, unlike modern digital devices, had dusty vacuum tubes and operated on old frequency dials; it had to be precisely tuned to catch a station.
Eli had heard tales of a unique station this radio could access, one that played melodious tunes and uplifting messages. His grandfather said these tunes would “speak directly to the soul.” But as Eli tried to tune into this station, he found himself constantly disrupted by louder, more assertive stations, booming advertisements, and noisy interference.
Determined to find this special frequency, Eli took the radio to one of the town’s oldest residents, Sister Carter, known for her wisdom and spiritual insight. She looked at the radio and then into Eli’s eager eyes. “Listening for that frequency,” she began, “is akin to tuning into the voice of the Lord. The world’s clamor can overshadow it. It requires a quiet, pondering heart.”
Sister Carter, with a gleam in her eyes, began to share stories of her youth, of a time when the town was even quieter, and the world, less clamorous. “Your grandfather and I were childhood friends,” she reminisced. “Even back then, amidst the usual frolic and play, he had a depth, a stillness that stood out.”
She motioned Eli to sit, her face glowing with fond memories. “Your grandfather, Samuel, had a ritual,” she said. “Every evening, just as the sun began to set, casting long shadows on our dusty streets, he’d retreat to a quiet corner of his home. There, surrounded by his favorite scriptures, he’d lose himself in their words.”
“He’d ponder on the scriptures, letting their teachings wash over him, seeking deeper understanding. And then, in profound humility, he’d kneel and converse with the Lord. He’d pray for clarity, for guidance, and most importantly, for the ability to recognize and act on the whisperings of the Holy Spirit.”
She smiled, continuing, “It wasn’t unusual to find Samuel sitting quietly after his prayers, simply… listening. He often shared with me how those moments of divine communion were when he felt the clearest promptings, nudges that directed his choices and illuminated his path.”
Sister Carter’s eyes became distant, yet shining with a profound respect. “That’s the secret to the deep joy and harmony that radiated from him. He didn’t just seek the Lord; he made space for Him, tuning out the world’s noise to tune into divine wisdom.”
She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. “Your grandfather’s old radio,” she said, gesturing to the device Eli had brought, “is symbolic of his life. In a world with many frequencies and distractions, he knew how to find, tune in, and stay connected to the most soul-nourishing station: the voice of the Lord.”
Handing the radio back to Eli, Sister Carter gently guided him to a serene corner of her home, where the sun’s rays gently filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the aged wooden floor and on a well-used recliner. “Here,” Mrs. Carter whispered, “is where I’ve often found my solace from the world’s noise.”
She demonstrated how to delicately turn the radio’s dial, emphasizing the need for patience. “Every tiny movement matters. Do not rush. Ponder on every sound, every whisper.” Mrs. Carter’s fingers moved with intention and grace, embodying the very essence of purpose she spoke of.
She paused, eyes closed, and whispered a silent prayer, inviting Eli to do the same. “Prayer,” she murmured, “grounds us while simultaneously expanding our antennas heavenward. It aligns our spirit with the divine. It’s not merely about seeking answers but about attuning our very being to the eternal frequency.”
Inspired by Sister Carter’s insights and the legacy of his grandfather, Eli returned home, making it a point to replicate this ritual in his own space. Every morning, before the world stirred, he would sit by his window, with the golden hue of dawn as his companion. He’d breathe deeply, slowly turning the dial, embracing patience, and inviting purpose into his quest. The muffled noises, the jarring adverts, the discordant frequencies; he learned to recognize and move past them, always in search of that elusive, gentle melody.
And as days blended into weeks and weeks into months, a transformation took place. The once-arduous task of seeking the station turned into a tranquil ritual. The background noise that had once seemed overwhelming began to fade, becoming mere whispers against the clear, harmonious tune of the treasured station.
Through his perseverance, Eli realized that the spiritual sustenance he sought wasn’t just about the end melody but also the journey of attunement. In this sacred space, amidst the symphony of frequencies, he discovered the sublime harmony between the human spirit and the divine.
Recalling the scriptures, Eli understood the profound truth in the words of James: “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering” (James 1:5-6).
And echoing this sentiment, President Russell M. Nelson of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints once counseled, “In coming days, it will not be possible to survive spiritually without the guiding, directing, comforting, and constant influence of the Holy Ghost.”
This parable serves as a poignant reminder in our age of information overload. To hear the soft, guiding voice of the Lord, we must prioritize pondering and prayer, attuning ourselves to the divine frequency, and drowning out the world’s distracting clamor. It doesn’t come by accident, by osmosis, or by wishful thinking, but through diligently and consistently doing something that stills the world around us and invites the whispering voice of the Lord into our lives.
Like Eli with his antique radio, and his grandfather with his steadfast spiritual practices, may we too develop the finesse to discern the gentle promptings amidst life’s cacophony and find guidance, clarity, and peace in their embrace.