As some of you know, I facilitate a small group of single women.
In our meeting Thursday (4/12 & 4/27) evening an interesting topic came up. The topic of conversations with God. Conversation in which God is talking, and you are speaking back as if you are sitting on the couch right next to one another. Driving down the road in the same car or any place or space you name it, and the two of you are going at it. These conversations are always good; you may be getting fatherly praise or chastisement. The question at hand is, have you ever had one of these conversations?
My reply, yes, yes and yes often and they are wonderful. They remind me that I serve the one and only Living God, who is my Father and cares about me in my darkest hour and my brightest moment. And in my weakness, not all grown-up areas of life, I need that reassurance, I think we all do.
Old Testament believers had these conversations all the time, Moses, Elijah, Jacob, Abraham. God has not stopped talking to us one on one; I venture to say we have stopped listening or have never opened up to the prospect of listening and conversing. The whole idea seems spooky to most.
John 10:26-28 (The Message) Jesus answered, “I told you, but you don’t believe. Everything I have done has been authorized by my Father, actions that speak louder than words. You don’t believe because you’re not my sheep. My sheep recognize my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them real and eternal life. They are protected from the Destroyer for good. No one can steal them from out of my hand. The Father who put them under my care is so much greater than the Destroyer and Thief. No one could ever get them away from him. I and the Father are one heart and mind.”