When the senses are lost… and the heart stops perceiving
We are surrounded by information, yet more and more disconnected. Jesus already spoke about this, and revealed where the root of the problem lies: the heart.
Airton Humber · 17/04/26 · 3 min de leitura
Something strange is happening to us.
We have never had so much access… and yet it seems we are further and further apart.
We hear everything… but almost nothing stays.
We see so much… but we hardly perceive anything.
And in the middle of all this, a weariness arises that is hard to explain.
It is not physical. It is deeper.
As if something inside us were… switching off.
Jesus described exactly this.
Quoting the prophet Isaiah, He said:
“You will hear, but you will not understand; you will see, but you will not perceive.”
And He explained the reason: the heart has become insensitive.
The problem is not in the ears, nor in the eyes.
It is in the heart.
The senses keep working… but they no longer reach what really matters.
Maybe that is why the Bible speaks of such simple things: hearing, seeing, entering, remaining.
Not as religious concepts… but as a path.
Hearing, allowing something to touch you within.
Seeing, perceiving what once went unnoticed.
Entering, when it stops being an idea and begins to influence life.
Remaining, when it stops being a moment and becomes a way of living.
But this path does not always begin with clarity.
Sometimes it is like walking in the dark… feeling your way.
Without control. Without mastery.
But with an inner impulse that keeps you going.
This dismantles a common idea: walking with God does not begin with certainty.
Many times it begins like this: without seeing… but following.
And it is at this point that something begins to happen inside.
It is not just a human decision. It is not just “paying more attention.”
There is an action… a silent one. Like a breath.
It cannot be controlled or produced, but it can be perceived.
Sometimes it shows up as discomfort.
Other times, as an awakening.
Or as that feeling that… there is something more here.
It is not emotion. It is not suggestion.
It is something deeper.
It is the Spirit.
Not in the religious sense that many have learned to reject,
but as presence, direction, life.
And perhaps the most important thing:
we are not the ones who start this process.
We are reached by it.
And when we respond… the senses begin to return.
But there is something that sustains this process: fear of the Lord.
Not as dread, but as reverence.
A silent recognition that we are before something greater… and yet, close.
Without this, everything loses its right weight.
What is deep becomes ordinary.
What is alive becomes automatic.
And without noticing, the heart becomes… insensitive.
If the Spirit is the one who leads… then it is not me.
And for a long time, I did not realize this.
I grew up learning that I had to be responsible:
to provide, to sustain, to handle things with my own effort.
And this is not wrong. There is real responsibility in life.
But over time, what once weighed more heavily on the man was gradually spread out.
Many women came to carry the same weight, and, in many cases, also what was already theirs.
In the end, the weight did not decrease.
It just changed places… and for many, it increased.
And without noticing… what is responsibility keeps turning into weight.
Not only for me.
In different ways, this has reached everyone.
As if, little by little, life had to be sustained by ourselves.
And, little by little, something was happening inside.
Not all at once… but slowly.
Weariness. Overload. Distance.
And at some point, even a certain disenchantment with my own life.
Because deep down… life was not made to be sustained by me.
The Spirit is not a helper. He is the Lord.
And while I try to take that place… something inside me closes.
But when, even without understanding everything… I yield… something changes.
I keep acting.
I keep working.
I keep being responsible.
But it is no longer me trying to sustain everything.
And, without noticing exactly when… the weight lessens,
the heart opens,
and life begins to flow again.
And what once seemed distant… begins to be revealed.
“The intimacy of the Lord is for those who fear him…”
They are not secrets hidden on a whim,
but deep things entrusted to those who have learned to listen with reverence.
Maybe this is what is missing today.
Not more information.
Not more explanation.
But a heart that feels again.
Because it is not that God stopped speaking…
it is that, many times, we no longer know how to listen.
But the path remains open.
Simple. Silent. Real.
It begins like this:
listening again.
looking again.
following… even without seeing everything.
And then…
without noticing exactly when,
the heart softens,
the eyes begin to see,
and the ears hear again.
And what has always been there… finally begins to appear.
“Above all else, guard
your heart…”
“…for from it flow the springs of life.”
Maybe the problem is not a lack of access.
It is that we have become inattentive to this.
Or, who knows…
we no longer know about this.
