Article April 16, 2012 Issue

Listening–and being an instrument of God

Jim Corbett

All was silent in the warm summer afternoon. Not a perceptible movement in this isolated rocky stillness. Yet a sense of urgency wouldn’t let up. It compelled me to stand there and keep scanning. But for what?

Puzzled, I let my eyes rove over the whole scene. The wide swath of vegetation along the roadside seemed normal enough: grassy growth dotted here and there with thistles and saplings, all stretching to the edge of a forest that spilled down the steep mountainside. 

My wife and I were staying at a cabin with another couple, and a short time earlier, when we were driving back from a sightseeing excursion, I’d noticed a pinpoint of light that flashed in the tree-laden ravine. Dropping off the others at the cabin, I’d decided to walk back to the main road to check things out. 

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