― C.S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew
This is knowing Christ, and experiencing our limited understanding of God. Something beyond our comprehension, that we know to be the most beautiful thing in existence. Hearing that song, in the crazy insane mess of noise that our lives are involved in, even in church it is nearly impossible. Noise! Noise... Talking, whispering, music, preaching, teaching, cars, bills, yelling, screaming, laughter, and in the midst of all that we're supposed to hear the voice of God.
Why does God whisper? If the noises of our lives are so loud, why doesn't He sound trumpets, speak through a thunderclap, or write on walls? Well, have you ever listened to someone who couldn't speak up? In order to hear them you must draw close, you have to have your head as close to them as possible to hear and understand. What must you do to be in that position? You have to stop what you're doing, remove distractions, and pay attention. God is longing for this, for us to do just that. That is why I believe He whispers, because it requires us to concentrate on Him, instead of everything else.
"Let there be Light." and it was so. I can say whatever I want, stand on my head, do a dance, scream until my voice is gone and my throat is raw, but light is not appear at my command. Who am I to contend with Him... I can't even form a complete sentence some days, and I try to live as though I'm too good or too bad for HIM. In pride one day, in shame the next.
May it be that I find the balance, between confidence in my course and accepting His restoration, and only by His grace.
Farther up and farther in!
