Where Are You Going with that Book

I've posted about the Divine Hours before. It's Phyllis Tickle's book of prayers, psalms, etc that I read 4 times a day. The other day at lunch time I was carrying it through the living room, on my way upstairs to read. Chad was sitting in the room, and said to me, "Where are you going with that book?"

When we were in California for the 6 months, Chad and I shared a room. I read the Hours out loud to him every night. He enjoyed it, always wanted it read out loud, commented on it (things like "who's Jesus God?").

So when he asked me where I was going with the book, I said, "Upstairs. Why? Do you want me to read it to you?" He said yes, so I sat down and started reading.

Immediately he said, "Who's the alien?" I told him there was no alien, I didn't know what he was talking about. He repeated the question several times. Finally I asked him if he meant the Holy Spirit. He quit asking, so I figured that was who he was talking about. Then he said, "I don't know who she is." I do believe the Holy Spirit has a feminine side, but I found it interesting that Chad saw Him as a she. Anyway, we (I) talked a little about the Spirit.

This conversation got me thinking. How many of us, walk through the living rooms of our lives, with the Word of God clutched tightly to our chests? Do we even hear the lost voices around us imploring, "Hey. Where are you going with that book?"

God, give me ears to hear.