Hearing God
Not long ago I heard a story about a young man and an
old preacher.
The young man had lost his job and didn't know which
way to turn. So he
went
to see the old preacher.
Pacing about the preacher's study, the young man
ranted about his
problem.
Finally he clenched his fist and shouted,
"I've begged God to say something to help me. Tell me,
Preacher, why
doesn't
God answer?"
The old preacher, who sat across the room, spoke
something in
reply--something so hushed it was indistinguishable.
The young man stepped across the room. "What did you
say?" he asked.
The preacher repeated himself, but again in a tone as
soft as a
whisper. So
the young man moved closer until he was
leaning on the preacher's chair. "Sorry," he said. "I
still didn't hear
you."
With their heads bent together, the old preacher
spoke once more.
"God
sometimes whispers," he said, "so we will move closer
to hear Him."
This time the young man heard and he understood. We
all want God's
voice to
thunder through the air with the answer to our
problem. But God's is
the
still, small voice. . .the gentle whisper.
Perhaps there's a reason. Nothing draws human focus
quite like a
whisper.
God's whisper means I must stop my ranting and move
close to Him, until
my
head is bent together with His. And then, as I listen,
I will find my
answer. Better still, I find myself closer to God.
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