Echo was a nymph who loved her own voice, and loved to tell stories. She was very good at it. No criticism could persuade her. Hera, who knew she was just distracting her from finding her loose and lusty husband, cursed her so that she would only ever repeat what anyone said to her. Eventually she just faded away, and now only her voice remains, doomed to ping off of rocks when she hears a voice anywhere.
If this is a lesson to be learned, than let it be heard by me.
I asked for feedback from some of my congregation after I preached yesterday. I pray that I am more like Christ and less like Echo in that I do not love my own voice more than I love to serve the Father. I pray that the criticism I receive will bolster me in my seeking to be His servant, and not my own to all people.
On a very side note, Heather and I were on our way home today and there was a girl dancing and doing some beam techniques on the curb. Of course she had headphones on and was facing the other way... she didn't realize we were there until we were almost beside her.
Its not everyday you see someone doing that kind of stuff outside, let alone on the curb. She was quite good.
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