The Heart Reader

I picked up a book at the library; for some reason this book just seemed to shine on the shelf as I walked by it. I picked it up and decided to read it, I was not prepared for the words that would just seem to invade my heart.
In chapter one the pastor asked what would we hear if we heard with God's ears; what cries of desperation, hurt, fears, and joys would we hear.
As I drove to work the next day I started think of what would I hear if I could hear with God's ears. Would I hear the mothers in Guatemala who spend their days looking through the trash to find glass bottles; which would give her enough money to buy a small thing of sweet milk and two bread rolls. How about the mother that holds her child close to her heart hoping that today won't be the day that her child is stolen from her by AIDS. The father in the same country hearing his daughter scream as she is being raped and sexually mutilated by militants. How about the young boy who is ripped away from his parents to become a child slave. The children being raped, abused, neglected right here in Belleville. The single parents all round us swimming in a sea of loneliness. The teenagers drowning in this crazy perverse society. What would their souls be saying, what would I hear....or better yet what would we ALL hear if we would just tune in.
After my thoughts ran away with me I started to realize....I can hear some of those cries. But then my question turned to be...if I can hear it why can't everyone else? Why doesn't anyone respond when they hear the cries of a friend, a stranger, or better yet their spouse? Better yet how do we respond?
I think we all have so much to learn and give....and when we are ready too hear the call we will start hearing the cries and the rejoices.