Some people say God speaks to them in an audible voice. I wonder if he sounds like Morgan Freeman or James Earl Jones? I haven’t had this experience, but I don’t doubt its legitimacy. God’s voice comes to me through thoughts or impressions in my mind that sound like my voice, but smarter. I discern who is speaking by the content. If I feel led to forgive someone, I figure it is God. If I’m prompted to eat a bag of peanut M & Ms and watch Real Housewives, probably not God.
But God created peanut M & Ms and the housewives and TV too, right? Sometimes guidance is not so clear.
I think there are seasons of certainty and connection to the mystery that is God and seasons of Huh? What? I’m definitely in the latter right now. I know Jesus is near, but I don’t feel guided. I’m unable to hear his voice above the cacophony of screens and memes and chaff of my plugged-in life.
So I’m going to disconnect for a bit and listen. I won’t be on the Internet, not checking email or texting, but if you want, we can talk on the phone. Novel! Better yet, we could get together in person and solve all of the world’s problems over wine or coffee. Or we could climb a mountain or bake a cake or we could just stare at the sky and listen.
Be good to each other. Play nice. See you on the other side.