It’s Sunday morning and the faithful have gathered. Over in Memorial Park, barely 2 blocks away, the town is celebrating Old Fashioned Days. The Rotary club is serving pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage. The rest of the park is filled with a music stage, booths serving food and beverage, and booths for information and commerce. I thought I was absorbing and applying the message about listening to God, but then during the quite time I caught myself checking out whether I could hear music from the park coming through the open windows. That wasn’t the listening described in the sermon.