The Many 'Voices' of God.
Are You Really Listening For
"And he said, "Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD." And
behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and
broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and
after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the
earthquake; I once
had a three way problem that I was greatly concerned about and I did not
know the best way to solve it.
and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in
the fire; and after the fire a still small voice."
1Kings 19:11-12 RSV
Instead of "a still small voice", the DRB calls it
"a gentle air", the Septuagent "a gentle breeze",
the NAB "a tiny whispering
At any rate it is the voice of God.
How many times have you
asked God for something but heard nothing from Him, not even 'a still
Have you ever wondered why? Was
it discouraging for you? I am here to tell you please do not be
Maybe He did not fail to answer you. It just could be your fault
because you were not listening properly.
Did you know that there is a big
difference between hearing and listening?
You may hear what someone said but
did not listen and so you failed to get the message.
Maybe it was not the
fault of God at all, but because you were not listening correctly.
can anyone not listen correctly? If he or she has ears to hear, let them
Now you have asked a very important question and I will attempt to
How many senses are we born with? That is a grammar school
We have five: sight, sound, taste, smell, and
There are actually more than that when we add the senses of
balance, pressure, temperature, pain, and motion.
Some scientists say that
there are even more than that.
So I asked the 'Little Flower' to please
help me resolve it by sending me a red rose for option one, a yellow one for
second option, and a white rose for the third. Just minutes later I
flipped open a magazine that I had not read
and was surprised
to see a full page ad that said, "I picked
this rose especially for you". It had a picture of a red rose
that was the correct option to solve my problem. Did I hear anything? No,
nothing but the sound of the
magazine as I flipped it open.
a brush with death and I prayed for the name of the person who saved me so
I could thank him or her.
Immediately a picture of the face of my dead uncle
George appeared in my mind but I heard nothing.
Expecting an audible
voice message, I wondered why the mental image of my uncle appeared since he
passed away many years before, and so I did
not connect it to my prayer and I simply ignored it.
To my utter
amazement almost a year later, I found out that mental image was the answer to
That person's name was George.
So you see in those
two examples, neither prayer was answered by a voice to be heard.
for those who have eyes to see and the other came through a mental
Here is one more true story of mine. This time with a photograph
of the ending:
August 23, 1983, Tuesday, Rick:
My wifes nephew, Rick, age
28, was a tree faller. Six months before the above date, the following
He loved having a bar-b-que and visiting us on our few acres in the
tree covered foothills in the mountains.
There was a seven acre parcel
next to ours and Rick told me, "If that parcel ever goes up for sale, you had
better buy it
or someone else will buy it and build a three story house right
there". He pointed to a spot that was the closest to my house.
I told him I
was not interested in buying it.
Right after that, while he was tending the
bar-b-que, our conversation somehow turned to religion.
Rick, being an
atheist said, "You know I do not believe in that". I replied that I knew it, and
that he would have to agree on only one thing, that one of us has to be right
and one of us has to be wrong. He laughed and agreed. I then said, "If I am
wrong, all I have done is to waste a few years of my life in practicing my
But if you are wrong, you will have all of eternity to pay for
He laughed and said, "If I go first I will come back and tell you who
was right and who was wrong".
That was the end of that conversation.
months later on the above date he was accidentally electrocuted.
felled a branch across a twenty thousand volt powerline. The voltage traveled
from the powerline through the branch, down through his chainsaw, through him
and out through his climbing spikes and into the grounded tree.
Rick loved our few acres and had mentioned many times that if
anything happened to him he wanted to be 'planted' beneath a large pine tree on
our property. He was to be cremated and we agreed to his wish.
area of the large pine was covered with small trees, brush, and manzanita.
had a large loader-backhoe Case 530 Construction King, and I was using it to
clear the brush.
It mowed down everything that got in front of it, ripping
it out by the roots. While doing this I became angry with Rick, reminding him
that he said he would come back and tell me who was right and who was wrong, and
he had not done so. I told him that a promise is a promise and I expected him to
keep his promise to me.
No sooner had I said that in my mind, I had made
another cut with the tractor and had a pile of brush in front of it.
It was a
hot August day and I was thirsty to get a drink of water, so I backed up the
Case 530 for a bit and to my amazement up popped a small pine tree that was not
uprooted and it had formed a perfect cross. I was stunned. Rick had somehow
passed a message to me that I was right. I realized later that the message could
not be from Rick but from an infinitely higher authority.
I examined the
little cross and found that the Case 530 had cut the little pine in half and
peeled off its bark,
and that piece of bark swung around and formed the
crossbar. Now the mystery here is that there was no visible means of support for
that piece of bark other than a tiny thread of wood material attached to the top
of the cross on one end and to the extreme left end of the crossbar at about a
45 degree angle. There was nothing in the center of the crossbar that would hold
it to the little vertical damaged pine tree. I dared not touch the crossbar for
fear that it would fall to the ground. However I did gently blow on it as a
slight breeze would do, and it merely rotated back and forth on the verticle
part of the cross, and did not fall.
A week or so later Rick's family and
friends, seventeen people in all, were at my home with his ashes in a sealed
plastic container. Yet there was something else very strange that happened
just minutes before the burial.
Carrying Ricks ashes,we started in a
stretched out procession by ones in line walking a path from my house to the
burial site a few hundred feet away. It was warm and clear and not a breath of a
breeze was present.
Grandma was the slowest in the procession and after she
had passed a large apple tree loaded with apples, we heard a loud crack followed
by a loud thump. That tree had suddenly split in two and almost half of it
crashed down in our pathway behind us missing Grandma by only about 3 feet. It
would have killed or maimed anyone in our procession had it happened only
seconds earlier. The previous day was very windy. Why didn't it fall that day?
Who held back the fall of that tree until the last person had safely passed
it? Or for the reverse of that question, who pushed it over on a calm
Was this a strong message for the atheists in the group? If so, I doubt
if any of them got the message.
I then formed an axiom in my mind and I live
by it to this day.
"All of life is a matter of timing, a minute or two here,
or a second or two there."
This axiom will hold true in my life as more
examples of it will come to light in later years.
We then buried Ricks ashes
at the foot of his favorite pine tree.
The little cross was still standing
and everyone saw it. I would check it every day afterwards and about two weeks
later the crossbar had fallen to the ground.
Here is a picture of that little
cross. The tree that Rick wanted to be buried under is just out of the picture
to the right.
Note the tracks on both sides of the cross that my large Case
530 had made:
Oh, and that is not yet the
end of this story. Remember Rick telling me to buy the next door property or
someone else will buy it and build a 3 story house as close as they could get it
to my house?
Well, someone else did buy that property and there is now a 3
story house sitting in the exact spot that Rick pointed out.
So yes there
is a God, and He does indeed answer the requests of those of whom He
However, He may not answer with "a still small voice", but by any method
that He opts to use.
It is up to us to be open to the 'voices of God', by
whatever method that He chooses to answer our prayers.
He could answer by any
of our five senses. or by a way not even of those basic
such as a mental idea, a thought, or a picture. He could use a
method such as a 'coinsign'
of which I have seen
so many. He could answer you by simply opening a magazine to a certain page
for you to read as what happened to me as I have mentioned earlier in this
It is up to each one of us to maintain an open mind and to not reject
even the simplest ways that God may speak
to us, as I did with that mental
picture of my uncle. God already knows the prayer petitions that we
ask of Him before we ask them, so he could answer them
immediately after it is presented to Him. But then again He
may delay it
for a reason of His own. Just attune yourself to the fact that His response
could come from any source and any direction at any time and by practically any
means and please do not have a closed mind so you can be open to it.
My dear Father Dwyer of whom I have written about so many times
"The hardest thing to open is a closed mind."
Written by Bob Stanley, August 28, 2014
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