If someone says they’ve been hearing voices we most likely look at them strangely.
We’d probably think they were a bit mad.
And yet if we think about it for a moment don’t we all hear voices.
That little voice that says “Go on have another biscuit.”
That says “I should go and help that old lady cross the road.”
That says “That was a cruel thing to say” and so on and so on.
And then there are those voices we hear when we dream. Those vivid moments in our sleeping when our unconscious mind comes to the forefront.
So perhaps we do hear voices and with that in mind hear again words from the Gospel this morning ‘the sheep hear his voice.’ Jesus was likely recalling the 23rd psalm that begins ‘The Lord is my shepherd’ a psalm I reflected a bit on in the midweek musing last week.
He is of course using it as a metaphor, as he does when he also talks of the narrow gate. This image connects this Gospel with the first reading in which we get a glimpse of the shared life of the first Christians.
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