We offer a class at my church called ‘hearing from God’. I hate it. Wait, I should say that differently: I love it. I helped write the content. I teach in it occasionally.
I have ‘heard’ from God about the man I’m going to marry. Three times.
I have ‘heard’ from God I should stay working in a software company instead of full-time ministry. I work for a church.
I have been confident in my ‘calling’ for the past seven years, and thus far, my ‘calling’ has not come to fruition. So, ya know, I’m a little tired of standing in front of people and saying: I’m lame at hearing from God.
But thanks be to Jesus for men like JohnnyP who write articles like this that open my eyes to the great and awesome realization: I’m done saying I don’t hear from God.
Because I do. I do hear from God.
I heard from him when I was driving to Houston two years ago for my father’s funeral. I was reciting Philippians on the way and all of a sudden I was weeping as I heard Him tell me: indeed, count all things as loss, kiddo because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus your Lord.
I’ve heard Him speak as I have laid on my floor weeping over another heartbreak with some boy: Surely the lines have fallen for you in pleasant places, love. I have a beautiful inheritance in you.
I have heard from him as I’ve laid in the dark wrestling with lust: at my right hand are pleasures forevermore and in my presence is fullness of joy. Blessed are the pure in heart, beloved, because they will SEE me.
I heard him last weekend, as I was walking my dog and the rain began to collapse on us both and all of a sudden, I couldn’t tell if my face was wet from my tears or the rain. Because in the middle of wondering - who am I and does God see me at all? - my God told me a story about Hagar. And about how lost she felt in that wilderness about being cast out of Abraham’s house and how she called on the name of the LORD. And He told me: I spoke to her because I am a God of seeing and truly I look after my kids.
I hear from God.
And I’m done feeling like my kind of hearing is less exciting or junior varsity simply because the words I hear are written down for me in Scripture.
I hear from God in passionate, glorious and magnificent ways.
I may not have been told what my I’ll be doing in five years, but I’ve been told what I’ll be doing in 500 years. I may not know who I’m going to marry in this life, but I know all about the man I’ll be with forever in the next.
Right now, as I sit here writing this, I wish I could take your face in my hands and tell you this: God has sweeter things to tell you than who you are going to marry or what job you will get. God has things more glorious to show you than your earthly future.
I know you want to hear from God. So open His Word. Eat it. Memorize it. Treasure it.
Listen to Him now. Seriously. Don’t just read these words from Psalm 19. Hear your God speak to you:
My Word is perfect, reviving the soul; my Word is sure, making wise the simple; my Word is right, rejoicing the heart; my Word is pure, enlightening the eyes…More to be desired are the words I wrote for you in Scripture than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.