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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