Part One
The Conversation between You and God
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The Speaking God
If you donât have clarity of ideas, youâre just communicating sheer sound.
âYo-Yo Ma
The most common question I get asked as a pastorâmore frequently than why bad things happen to good people, why Christians are so hypocritical, and whether or not there will be sex in heavenâis this: Does God really speak? A full 100 percent of the time Iâm asked this question, the inquirer isnât launching a theological debate but is asking for personal reasons. What people are really asking is âDoes God really speak to me?â
For anyone who has spent any time around a Bible, itâs pretty clear that God has spoken throughout history. He spoke through his Son, Jesus Christâthe âradiance of [Godâs] glory and the exact representation of His nature,â the One who âupholds all things by the word of His powerâ (Heb. 1:3 NASB). Before that, God spoke through a parade of prophetsâIsaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, Daniel, and more.
He spoke to Moses âface to face, as one speaks to a friendâ (Exod. 33:11), to Abraham, exhorting him to walk faithfully and blamelessly before him (see Gen. 17:1), and to Noah, a total of five times over the nine hundred fifty years of Noahâs life (see Gen. 9:29). Chase communication all the way back to the beginning, in fact, and there youâll find a speaking God. The creation account is riddled with evidence along these lines:
- âGod said, âLet there be lightââ (Gen. 1:3).
- âGod said, âLet there be a vault between the watersââ (v. 6).
- âGod said, âLet the water under the sky be gathered to one placeââ (v. 9).
- âGod said, âLet the land produce vegetationââ (v. 11).
- âGod said, âLet there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the nightââ (v. 14).
- âGod said, âLet the water teem with living creaturesââ (v. 20).
- âGod saw that it was good. God blessed [his creation] and said, âBe fruitful and increase in numberââ (vv. 21â22).
- âGod said, âLet the land produce living creatures according to their kindsââ (v. 24).
- âGod said, âLet us make mankind in our imageââ (v. 26).
- âGod blessed [Adam and Eve] and said to them, âBe fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue itââ (v. 28).
- âGod said [to Adam and Eve], âI give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in itââ (v. 29).
From the start, it seems, God longed to be with his people, to commune with them and have conversations with those he created. And yet even on the heels of such a litany, we come away wondering, Is this still true today?
Yeah, God spoke to Moses, the thinking goes, but will he talk to someone like me?
God Is There
As I said, I get this âDoes God really speak?â question a lot. Iâve heard it from professional women and devoted dads, from elderly widows and teenagers. The businessman who asked it with tears in his eyesââWhy wonât God speak to me?âânearly left me speechless. I put my hand on his shoulder and said the same thing I always say in response to this question: âHe will. He does. He has! God has spoken to you already. He is speaking to you today. And he will speak to you throughout the course of your life. All you have to do is tune in and listen to what he has to say.â
If youâre older than twenty-five or thirty, you probably remember the car radios of old that could only be tuned manually. There was no digital tuner back then that would take you with precision to 102.7 or 99.1 or whichever radio station you were hunting for, and so youâd have to sit there for what felt like an eternity turning the little knob in microscopic increments until you hit broadcasting gold. Youâd hear static, static, static, and more static, and then bam! âSong of the Southâ by Alabama would warble itself into clarity, and youâd grin, throw the truck into gear, and head off down the road.
The reason we were willing to go to such lengths to locate our favorite radio station was because we knew without a doubt that it was there; we just had to find it. As it relates to God speaking, we can have that same confidenceâhe is there and just needs to be found. On one hand, this ought to be very good news, for God says that whenever we come looking for him, we will find him; that when we get serious about finding him and want it more than anything else, he will make sure we wonât be disappointed (see Jer. 29:13).
On the other hand, the news that he is there for us to find can seem like a cruel game of cat and mouse. Our pursuit leaves us exhausted and disillusioned after so many near misses. We come across verses like Isaiah 43:12, which confirms that God spoke, that he saved, that he told us what existed âlong before these upstart gods appeared on the sceneâ (THE MESSAGE), and Malachi 3:6, which assures us that God himself will never change. While the sum of those concepts ought to be as straightforward as two plus two equaling four, we canât quite get our minds and hearts to concede that yes, God has spoken; yes, God still speaks; and yes, we serve a speaking God. We canât, that is, until that speaking God actually speaks to us.
This Time Itâs Personal
If you had visited First Assembly of God church in Jonesboro, Louisiana, on a Sunday morning, a Sunday evening, or a Wednesday evening anytime between, say, 1983 and 1989, youâd have found my mom, my brother, my sister, and me, four ducks in a row, always seated in the very same pew. Dad wouldnât have been there, because somehow he always escaped Momâs mandate that we go to churchâa church that was, incidentally, a twenty-five-mile car ride away. The sole lucky duck in our family would instead stay home, put on comfortable clothes, and watch whatever sporting event happened to be on TV.
I didnât dislike going to church; I just didnât get all the hype about God. This was a Pentecostal church, which meant a lot of enthusiastic bouncing around, copious amounts of whooping and hollering, and an overemphasis on âexperiencing God.â One woman, who often sat in front of my family, had a very large beehive hairdo that she kept in place with dozens of bobby pins. One Sunday I counted sixty-four. Anyway, sheâd really get going during worship services, flailing her head around as if she were a heavy-metal guitarist, and those bobby pins would start flying toward my head like heat-seeking missiles.
Still, despite the craziness that sometimes characterized the ethos of the congregation of my youth, at fifteen years of age, I stood at the altar one Wednesday night and experienced firsthand what all the fuss was about. Iâd never doubted that the congregants of the First Assembly of God church were sincere in their beliefs that God was near, that he was speaking, and that he wanted a close-knit relationship with them. What didnât sit so easily was the idea that he wanted anything to do with me.
Lingering at the altar was a big deal in that church. People came forward after worship services to have leaders of the church pray for themâfor healing, for protection, for provision, and more. Folks would hang out there for up to an hour, praying and talking and probably just basking in the afterglow of the emotionally stirring experience theyâd just had. As I stood there that night receiving prayer, everyone around me faded out of view. I no longer saw my surroundings as they were. Instead, in my mindâs eye I saw the TrinityâGod pointing me to his Spirit, the Spirit pointing me to Jesus, Jesus pointing me back to the Father.
God was conveying his nearness to me, his interest in me, his desire to stay in touch. For a fifteen-year-old, this was hugeâbut then I suspect itâs huge for us all, no matter how old we are, when such an awareness of God hits.
A few months ago at New Life, I met a woman named Anna and her three children. After exchanging pleasantries, she dove headlong into conversation about her spiritual journey and, specifically, about how, when she was about to enter the eighth grade, the Catholic priest at the church her family attended stood before a whole bunch of confirmation-class candidatesâthis woman includedâand said, âYoung men, young women, this choice to relate with God is yours to make. Nobody can make it for you.â
Anna said, âThis was news to me. First of all, I didnât know I had any say in my spiritual life. As far as I knew, religion got passed down to you from your parents, and I assumed that the obligations and regulations my parents abided by were going to be rails Iâd have to run on too. But second, who knew a person could actually relate with God?â
I nodded. Iâve been there. Weâve all been there, I would guess, shocked by the realization that God has communicated with us, his most prized possessions, and that what he wants more than an...