Saturday, Oct. 1
I really don’t like hearing aids. I resist wearing them. I question whether they help my hearing enough to warrant using them. I think they help a bit when there are a lot of people talking at the same time. Yogi Berra had a take on this. “It was hard to carry on a conversation because there were so many people talking.” People love to talk. I really don’t enjoy eating in a restaurant any more. I don’t know what my friend across the table from me is saying, It becomes a painful situation. I get to thinking about all those words emanating from the other tables. They’re probably inane or irrelevant, but I don’t really know because it’s just a jumble of noise. And then I think of our own little conversation and raise the same questions. When it comes right down to it, I doubt if 5 % of all words uttered are worth listening to. I suspect that that holds for me, too. I don’t know the answer to that other than maybe I should wear ear plugs rather than hearing aids. Or maybe we should think a little more before we speak. Mt. 12:36 might help. “. . . men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken.” That’s not evil word; that’s careless word.