I thought it was God's mic

But it wasn't.
Let me explain.

Sitting in the church I grew up in,
home visiting family. Happy to be there.
Comforted by the people and things that haven't changed much at all.
Inspired by the things that have.

That morning, the Scripture story, done as a dramatic reading
(Isaiah 6:1-8, in case you're curious.)

One person, off to the left - Isaiah.
Another person, standing toward the center - an angel.
God stands off to the right.

The story builds until it is God's turn to speak.
The words are spoken but the sound doesn't carry.
It seemed God's mic was turned off.

But then I realized, the problem wasn't the mic.
The problem was at the sound board.
God's volume was turned all the way down.

Which got me thinking.
How many times in my life have I turned God's volume all the way down
and all the other voices all the way up?

Taking a step back, to enlarge the perspective,
I wondered, hey, who is in charge of the volume controls?

I thought the problem was God's mic.
But it wasn't.

It was me.