Let There Be Light
Sometimes I like using headphones to listen to music as I go about my business around town. I’ve also found myself plugged in while gardening or cleaning or whatever else. The technology that affords one such a luxury is downright amazing to someone whose first radio was a little red plastic gizmo that, if clipped to any metal object, would faintly pick up a couple of AM radio stations.
It wasn’t too long ago when a friend and I were sitting in a public place and saw some joggers go by. He began berating “all those people who exercise with earphones on so they can’t hear anybody anymore.” I think I know what he was complaining about and why. And I stand convicted.
While I was considering performing a risk-benefit analysis of the questionable headphone behavior of myself and others, I read an article in which writer and theologian Rodney Clapp recounted a story about his grandmother. Clapp said his Grandma Adams had become more and more hard of hearing over the years, and this was happening to her at about the same time her longtime companion, Bob, was becoming nearly blind.