My voice is drowned out by the cacophony of voices that scream so loud, each trying to sell their wares and get attention for themselves. The marketplace is filled with voices which use every possible means to gain a hearing.

How can I be heard when the human heart is immersed in a marketplace filled with noise. O reader, you must come aside. There is no other way for you to hear. You must come to a quiet place. I will lead you, if you would only follow me. This is the first inner drawing of my Spirit. He leads you away. The voices of the marketplace sell earth’s goods and speak of earth’s events, but none speaks of eternal life. None speaks of the greatness of the human soul created by God. None speaks to you as a human person, created by the infinite God for an eternal destiny. These will be my themes. You will not hear them elsewhere. Let us begin along the Sea of Galilee.