Let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak.
– James 1:19
This is a blog full of contradictions. It’s about following Jesus to the lowest place. And yet the state of writing, of declaring an opinion, of making an interpretation, is inherently claiming a place “higher” than that of the reader, the listener. I expound, you receive. I teach, you learn. So, in case you hadn’t already deduced this, I do not always follow my own advice. It is not easy for me to give up dreams of fame and fortune as a religious blogger. I am not submitting myself fully.
In writing this particular post, I feel like I have to address this, otherwise the irony would be too overwhelming. Because now I’m going to write about listening. Notice, I am not doing the listening right now. I’m expecting you to listen to me teach you how to listen. Sorry.
But learning to listen has been an essential part of my journey discovering the lowest place.
Dr. Glenn Gentry, Philosophy professor, Columbia International University:
“When you write your papers on Plato, I don’t want to hear any critique of his philosophy. You are not allowed to disagree with a single thing he says. Your job is to understand his argument. Critiquing is easy. Understanding is hard.”
Dr. Alan Jacobs, English Professor, Wheaton College:
“The exciting part about literature is learning to let go of our modern assumptions so that we can submerge ourselves in the world of an ancient culture. We can learn to understand someone who lived thousands of years before we were born.”
I truly believe that my somewhat unconventional college career was orchestrated by God to follow a unique curriculum he had personally planned out for me: he wanted to teach me how to listen. Both these professors, who lived in completely different parts of the country, directed me towards the same goal: Your job as a student of literature is not to have your own opinions. Your job is to understand the opinions of others who came before you.
And Dr. Gentry was right: understanding is hard. It involves taking nothing for granted. It involves coming to a phrase, or sentence, or paragraph, not with the attitude of, “I’ve heard this before,” but with the heart that says, “You are saying this. You must think it is important. I would ordinarily think this is obvious or irrelevant. But here, let me try to understand why this is such a crucial issue for you.”
I learned a lot about my heart through this process. I learned that my heart was constantly looking for an opportunity to prove someone wrong. Whenever I ran into a phrase or sentence that seemed contradictory or incorrect for some reason, I instinctively pointed at it, saying, “See? Augustine doesn’t know what he’s talking about!”
It’s easy to tear an argument apart: just misunderstand it. If I misunderstand someone’s argument, I can make them seem wrong every time. And I can feel really good about myself, because they were wrong and I proved it.
But that is a sad little project. The great work to be done is to take a (seemingly) flawed argument, one that has potential contradictions, and show how it can be right. To explain the thought process, to work through the tensions, to show how, in this author’s mind, it was whole, complete, true.
It involves seeing the bigger picture. It involves reading a book instead of a paragraph. It involves labor, dedication, resolve.
So for two years I was taught the discipline, not to make an argument myself, but to understand the argument of another person. And as I went through this training on the academic level, I started to realize how deeply it applies on the personal, relational level.
“Let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak.”
Before Dr. Jacobs and Dr. Gentry, my first teacher was not a professor. Her name was Jessie, and she was a friend who went to Bible school with me. Jessie was the first person I had ever met who was genuinely interested in what other people had to say. She had an attentiveness when she talked to me that I’d just never encountered before, at least not in anyone close to my age. She made me feel safe. She made me feel important. I thought: This is a person who knows how to love like Jesus loved. She did all this simply by doing one thing well: she knew how to listen.
I’ve had teachers in the negative as well. There was a group of friends at one school who were constantly being funny. They would take a joke and riff on it, each one outdoing the other in cleverness. They were hilarious and fun. They also made me feel like I never had anything good enough to say. Or even if I thought of something clever, I was too slow. I couldn’t force my way into the conversation because someone else was always there first.
What does listening do? Listening–intentional, active listening, that questions, probes, affirms, clarifies–gives a person the space to be. It makes room for them, invites them to blossom. Listening allows for mistakes, because if you say something you didn’t mean, intentional listening always gives you the chance to say it again, more accurately, more true to what you really mean.
Some theologians believe that God made himself less by creating the world. He had to: before creation, God was everything. There was no room for anything except for him. But then, there was something else. Light. Land. Trees. Creatures. Humans. He stepped aside, made room, opened up space, so that each thing, each creature, each person could have a voice.
You could say that a listening heart taps into the very creative nature of God.
Every time I encounter a person, whether it’s having small talk after church or listening to a deep struggle or in the middle of an argument–I am constantly offered the choice: up or down? Tell about my day, or ask about yours? Put forth my own opinion, or ask you to clarify something you just said? Offer advice to fix your problem, or make space for you to breathe?
It takes sacrifice to listen. It involves putting my opinion on hold. I have to take my attention off of myself and put it onto you. It is saying, “In this moment, your thoughts are more important than mine.”
If you’re looking for a way to the lowest place, here’s one you can practice every day: listen.