“And after the fire came a gentle whisper.”
1 Kings 19:12
Fire and earthquake from the Lord may not take place when we yearn for them, but when we listen attentively, we will always hear a gentle whisper of the Holy Spirit in our ears. Our Father continues to speak in a soft voice, yet we fail to hear it most of the time,
We can’t stand stillness; therefore we cannot hear God’s voice.
We cry out “fire” when we see one breaking out and rush outside in fright when we feel the earth tremors underneath, but we act as if nothing is happening when God whispers in our hearts. We either don’t hear it or mistake it as something else.
“I know not why I am sad.”
We seem to hear a gentle sigh from within, and have no inkling why it’s there and the purpose of it. We just brush it aside and keep on doing our work at hand, walk out of our office to get some fresh air, or go get a cup of coffee. We do a lot of little things to suppress the voice, which is an easy thing to do, for the voice is low and hardly audible, akin to a heart murmur.
The voice permeates the autumn air even though we continue to ignore its presence. It’s there when the wind blows; and it falls with the gentle autumn rain and rises with the yellow leaves picked up by the breeze.
I can still hear my mother calling me as darkness was closing in when I was still playing hide-and-seek with the neighborhood kids, crouching in a dark and secluded corner in the barn, refusing to come out until I became afraid. The young mother kept on calling and the trembling voice rose and fell as she walked up and down the village, searching for me. Mother passed away over a year ago, but she left her voice behind her. Her love for her children didn’t die with her.
I am often tempted to dial her telephone number at home like I used to do once a week while she was still there, thinking that she might pick up the receiver and call my name.
“Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.”
It’s just my fancy that I can still hear my mother’s voice, for she is no more, yet God’s voice will always be there, no matter how far I have strayed from his presence. How often I have drowned his voice with wave upon wave of earthly cacophony, yet his whisper of love will follow me until I stagger into my grave. “But with unhurrying chase, and unperturbed pace, deliberate speed, majestic instancy,” you will keep on searching, wooing, and speaking to me, until I bow my head and yield.