This Thanksgiving Sunday tugs on my memory and stirs up scenes of long ago. Yesterdays get muddled with the passing years but this one thing I know: - there were times in my childhood when I heard the whisper of God. I know it sounds Pentecostal, even presumptuous; but, at the risk of being labeled too religious or radical, He still speaks in the twenty-first century. Our technology has not taken away this transcending truth ... God wants to talk to us! Theres something to be said about childlike trust. We think we outgrow God. We allow science, sophistication, secularism and self to either drown out His voice or deafen our ears to Him. The height of arrogance is to think that God is not capable of communicating to our world. Materialism and me-ism has tried to muffle and mute His message. But one might as well try to hold back the Atlantic tide or push the sun back down at sun rise as to try to silence the voice of God. Sixty years ago His soft and sacred whisper began to call my name. I had nothing to commend me... no noble birth, no superior intellect or ability... an average, ordinary boy running along the beaches of Back Bay in the Bay of Fundy. Still true to this day, I am amazed to think that He, who carved the coastline of that same oceans shore, knew and spoke my name. His whisper came in words of prophecy ( men and women - strangers to me - would tell me that God was calling me); His still,small voice came as I would kneel in prayer, it came from the preaching of pastors- ( when the words left their mouths it was the words of a man but by the time it reached my ears and heart it had become the whisper of God.) My vocabulary becomes lame and limited as I try to express how I feel on this Thanksgiving Sunday. Grateful, humbled, thankful, appreciative, unworthy - He called my name, commissioned my life into His service and has cared for me these many years. I am not the exception. God has a plan for your life, too. He can draw close to you in your sleep, break into your confusion, disrupt your schedule and whisper words of transformation and truth into your life. Paul presented the parade of people God has called: 1 Corinthians 1: 26 Remember, dear brothers and sisters, that few of you were wise in the world’s eyes or powerful or wealthy when God called you. 27 Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And he chose things that are powerless to shame those who are powerful. 28 God chose things despised by the world, things counted as nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important. 29 As a result, no one can ever boast in the presence of God. Hes not a Judge issuing a sentence, Hes not a Vindicator shouting angry words of vengeance. Instead, He is the Father calling His children to come home. Why not open your heart to hear Him? You wont be disappointed, denied or dejected. He speaks gently enough for a child to listen without fear! I dont know what youre facing, what youre fighting, from what your fleeing just now but this I know - He waits to whisper your name, to bring stability and direction to your life. What can you say to the Creator who gives counsel to the confused, who gives courage to the heart cowered by fear? Thank you, Lord for your whisper that comes to my heart in the night Whose still, small voice calms the angry sea when only the storm is in sight What can I do, where can I turn - I want to make the right choice Its there - in the shadows of my trouble mind - ah, Peace - in the sound of His voice. R.B.L. Randy B. Leavitt
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 00:05:28 +0000
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