Whispers: Hearing God’s Voice (Part 3: Why)

Why does God choose to speak in whispers? Perhaps it’s easier to understand if we think about why we whisper to others.

Whispers are intimate. As parents tuck their children in, they whisper softly, “Good Night.” As lovers embrace, they whisper, “I love you.” Whispers say, “You’re special to me; I care about you so much; and I’m glad you’re in my life.” God whispers to us because we are His children – His beloved – and He loves us more than we could ever know.

Whispers command attention. Public speakers know that whispering, as appropriate, engages listeners. People strain to hear every word because whispers tell us, “This is important. I’d better pay attention or I’ll miss something.” God whispers to us so that it’s more likely we will listen to Him.

Whispers lessen fears. When someone yells, our pulse quickens, our fear escalates, and our defenses go up. Communication ends or becomes guarded. Whispers imply, “There’s nothing to fear. I want to talk to you – and I want to listen to you. Everything’s okay.” God whispers so our fears will ease and we remember, “Everything will work out. I’m with You and will protect you.

Whispers reduce anger. During a disagreement we tend to speak louder. We think, “If I raise my voice, the other person will be forced to listen.” The truth is that shouting actually increases the conflict. However, the moment one person whispers, animosity decreases and resolution is more likely.  Often we blame God for our circumstances and become angry at Him. But His whispers remind us, “I didn’t do this to you. You’re angry at the wrong person. You’re really angry with yourself for getting angry in the first place.”

Years ago I visited Glen Eyrie, the Navigators headquarters in Colorado Springs. It lies at the base of Pike’s Peak so God’s majesty is all around you. A sense of awe, reverence, and holiness permeates the grounds.

One morning I hiked alone into “Queen’s Canyon,” a beautiful walk among tall trees and steep rock walls. There’s even a babbling stream running down the middle. As I sensed God’s presence, I stopped to pray. The wind blew gently; the sky was deep blue; and an eagle soared overhead. As I poured out my heart I heard His gentle whisper. “Steve, I love You so much. My love for You is without limit and without end. Feel My love deep in your soul. Be bathed in My love, immersed in its wonder.”

His love washed over me like a surging stream; its current renewed my flagging spirit. His love was real, pure and holy. I’ve never experienced anything like it before or since. His love kept coming in waves – wave after wave. It filled every part of me. Finally I cried out, “God, I can’t take any more. My heart will burst if You shower me with any more love.” The waves subsided and I was left overwhelmed by the experience.

God’s whisper that day is among my most precious memories. When my spirit sags or my burdens seem too great, when I start to feel worthless or forgotten, I think about that day in Queen’s Canyon. I’m no one special; just an ordinary guy walking with God. He wants you, too, to have similar experiences. His whispers are wonderful and precious beyond compare.

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