Driving through Rhode Island yesterday...

My car radio was tuned to 90.9 FM to pick up my favorite Boston NPR news station. Coming in from Connecticut somewhere was a student radio station on the same frequency, playing avant-garde indie rock. The band's name included an anatomically unmentionable body part.
As my road rose and fell, my radio alternated between the two stations and sometimes just gave me a confused signal of the two on top of each other.

It struck me that this was an analogy of the Christian life. The voices of the Holy Spirit broken up by and sometimes drowned out by the voices of our world - entertainment, endless sports, news, work...the avalanche of noise and information we are all immersed in.

How necessary, beautiful, restoring to turn the world's signal down a while and listen to the pure signals of Father. Of course Boston isn't heaven, and I wouldn't equate NPR to the Holy Spirit, but you get the idea.

The closer I got to Boston, the clearer my station came in...