During the World Cup this past summer, we all became familiar with the incessant droning sounds that accompanied the matches coming from the thousands of little plastic horns called “vuvuzelas”. That constant sound permeated the entire arena from the start to the finish of virtually every game during the Cup finals.
When my son started practices for High School soccer, he came home with the team T-shirt. On the front was the name of his high school and mascot, and on the back it read “I hear vuvuzelas in my sleep”. Most creative shirt I’ve seen in a while. It got the message across that the players eat, breath, sleep and dream soccer.
When he and I went hiking this summer, the mosquitos in the Rocky Mountains were particularly harsh on a couple of evenings, and one night it was so bad that during the quiet of the Wyoming night, we were serenaded by literally thousands of mosquitos buzzing around our tent. It really sounded like a World Cup finals match. My son rolled over and said, “Now I can go back to practices and say I really did hear vuvuzelas in my sleep!”
I was thinking about this over the past few weeks, and started to compare the constancy of the vuvuzela sounds to my faith experience. Do I hear vuvuzelas in my sleep? Do I hear the Word, and experience the Spirit in my subconscious? Is it always ringing in my ears (or in my heart)? Do I pray continually, making the day to day conversation with the Lord so ingrained in my life that it reaches the subconscious level?
We read in 1 Thessalonians (5:16-18) “Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus”.
If I follow that one simple instruction “Pray continually”, and read His Word regularly, maybe those words will become the vuvuzela that we hear in our sleep, and in our waking hours as we work, play, and interact with our families, friends, and colleagues.