Accents. I love to listen to people with accents. Especially Australians (I wonder if they love to listen to our accent?).
I have always had a soft spot for Australia in my heart (I’m speaking in my best Australian accent even as I type this.) It began when I was a little girl and my Mom asked me if I had a favorite animal. Every girl should have a favorite animal, and I really hadn’t thought about it up to that point, but, Boom! Once my Mom asked me it really generated some serious thought. (If you knew my Mom you would know why. She was the epitome of the saying, “Walk softly and carry a big stick.”)
After some serious thought, I realized I already had a favorite animal; koala bears! Every time I saw one there was this “Heart Amy” that would just want to reach out and touch them, pet them, and hold them close to me. I plastered my bedroom walls with pictures of koala bears. Every time I saw one I couldn’t help an “AwwwwW! from coming out of my mouth. They are just sooooo adorable and cute! Even now, at 45, they still bring a sense of healing comfort to me when my heart is hurting. When I want to return to the softness of womanhood in this hard cruel world I will spend some time just looking at koalas.
Anyways, I told my Mom that I had decided that my favorite animal was a koala, and guess what was under the Christmas tree that year? My first stuffed animal! It was a koala bear and it had its arms open wide to receive me as its owner. I was sold! I started to collect them from that point on, and developed a huge interest in the only country they originate from. I even had a pen pal named Desley Whitby, from Boonah, Australia.
Now, getting back to accents. I loved Australia and have always had a secret desire to go there some day. Anytime I heard someone talking with an Australian accent I would get all excited (I know, I’m weird) and listen real close. I love the lilt, hook and twang of their dialect. I can say dialect because accents are really just that…dialect. Regional. And in God’s thinking we are all regional to each other. We are all one blood. Babel is the only thing that separated us. Well, God separated us AT Babel. I think that is the real reason behind my affinity for accents. I know that at one time we all spoke the same language, way back in the day, and now, to hear an accent is to remind us of that separation. And to know that a good God made a way for us to communicate with each other, by giving us the ability to learn another language. An accent, if you think about it, is really like a scar left on our language from the time of Babel.
This makes me think about the scripture that says, “His sheep know His voice.” God talks in a language that His children can recognize because it is a universal language (and yet, there are those who don’t know the language, or haven’t learned to speak it yet). I don’t hear an accent in His voice, but I do recognize the scars. Love speaks Truth to the heart, and it does it through His scars. His voice is lovely to My soul. His language is Love. His language is Truth. Do you speak the language of God? Better yet, do you UNDERSTAND the language of God? It is spiritually discerned. I love when the Lord speaks to Me…more than listening to people with accents….and just maybe THROUGH people with accents! 🙂
Jesus, forgive us. That which we came together to achieve ultimately is what separated us from each other, because we wanted to be separate from You and we wanted to achieve only that which You could achieve…a building to God. Thank You for loving us so much that You did not allow that tower to be built. Thank You for scattering us across the face of the earth so that we may one day be gathered to You. Thank you for accents and scars. G’day Jesus! In Your name I always and only pray in American English with a hint of Australian through the power of the Holy Spirit! Amen