I wish God spoke to me

“I wish God spoke to me.”

And I wish I understood women!  And dogs!  And “wandering lane drivers”!  And Turkish … I would love to understand and speak the Turkish language!

I keep hearing that hope: I wish God spoke to me. Some say that hearing God is the blessing for only a few. That most do not, will not, cannot. Hear words that is. Real words. Like those on this screen.

I get the impression this is about transcripts. About scripts. About evidence. About tape recordings (or whatever the digital equivalent is). I wish God spoke to me.

So how does God speak to me?

Once in “transcript” style: as in this “script” … A few times in “imagery language” as in our “clunking loom” … And sometimes all “POW and KAPOW” as Batman and the batmobile … And sometimes a conversation I “would not and could not remember again” if I had not written it down in the moment.

I wish God spoke to me.

I wonder if we are brought up, taught, trained, educated, praised – for NOT hearing God. I wonder if we accumulate so much baggage, so many new beliefs, so many new busynesses, so much more work, lose SO much time – that we simply insulate ourselves from the very God we have given our lives to.

I wonder if having God speak to us is so freaky scary that we subconsciously block that intimacy. I would love to know if that is true. Because the verses this morning take on a new light when “God speaks to me”:

Then Peter came and said to him, “Lord, if another member of the church sins against me, how often should I forgive? As many as seven times?” Jesus said to him, “Not seven times, but, I tell you, seventy-seven times. “For this reason the kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who wished to settle accounts with his slaves. When he began the reckoning, one who owed him ten thousand talents was brought to him; and, as he could not pay, his lord ordered him to be sold, together with his wife and children and all his possessions, and payment to be made. So the slave fell on his knees before him, saying, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you everything.’ And out of pity for him, the lord of that slave released him and forgave him the debt. But that same slave, as he went out, came upon one of his fellow slaves who owed him a hundred denarii; and seizing him by the throat, he said, ‘Pay what you owe.’ Then his fellow slave fell down and pleaded with him, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you.’ But he refused; then he went and threw him into prison until he would pay the debt. When his fellow slaves saw what had happened, they were greatly distressed, and they went and reported to their lord all that had taken place. Then his lord summoned him and said to him, ‘You wicked slave! I forgave you all that debt because you pleaded with me. Should you not have had mercy on your fellow slave, as I had mercy on you?’ And in anger his lord handed him over to be tortured until he would pay his entire debt. So my heavenly Father will also do to every one of you, if you do not forgive your brother or sister from your heart.” Matthew 18:21-35

Like as in – “Why even ask that question?” kind of new light.

Like as in an intuitive certain knowing that there is too much baggage in the way of that fella and his God. That Peter has not yet got it (not yet). That he is still thinking rules and laws and transactions and bank accounts and Conditional Love.

I wish God spoke to me. Maybe He does. And maybe placing “conditions” on my lines of communication is more of the same baggage – “the insulation” – that means I won’t.

Peter got it later – Peter heard God. The same Peter that asked Jesus: “Lord, if another member of the church sins against me, how often should I forgive? As many as seven times?”

Conditional forgiveness is good. Unconditional forgiveness is grace. Conditional hearing is me. Unconditional hearing is God and me and you and Him. Conditional love used to be okay. Unconditional love just bursts the braces, the bindings, the fences, the constraints. Unconditional is “No Fear!”

No fear!

Is that the difference?

22 thoughts on “I wish God spoke to me

  1. A few years ago I was in a class that began with this question: “How much does God’s silence challenge your faith?” When it was my turn, all I could think of to say was “God is a lot of things, but silent is not one of them!”

    No fear!

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    • LOL – no fear!! Lovely comment, Don – thank you.

      And a suggestion for “topics”: what does “hearing God speak” actually mean? Why do so few claim conversation in their own relationship, and is it possible to learn to hear God better?

      In writing this one (for someone else) I read though a load of my older posts. Me and the Lord? We just chattered every day! And yet now that Voice is more “just is” than a chatter and a conversation – like we are inside each other (if that makes sense).

      Yet “hearing” God freaks out other Christians – other “indwelt-ers”. Yet I cannot see why our Lord and Father would “pick” who can hear Him – and who cannot.


      • This is a hard topic because we lack the vocabulary to properly express what happens when we “hear His voice”. I hear His voice quite often, and yet I’ve never heard a voice, and no, I do not “hear voices”.

        Confusion reigns because of this, and yet I have no doubt you know exactly what I mean, while someone else may think we both belong in an asylum! 🙂


  2. Good post, Paul. I love to hear God speak to me. And He does – in different ways on different days. I feel blessed to have my early years with God in a ministry that encouraged listening and knowing Him deeper. That did help me.
    Thanks for the post. cate

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    • Cate – thank you. See Don’s/my comments here. I keep bumping into those who think this is something for the chosen few – not simply like breathing in and out.

      We should Skype! 🙂

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        • “This very subject is my husband heart when he speaks to groups.” We had a small Skype group last night on this. I think my Lord is pausing me on this topic: that by believing “hearing God speak” is open to only the few – we elevate it into something it is not – and put yet another barrier in the way of relationship with our God and each other. The dilemma being that “one way” for one compounds that “exclusivity” for others – if one person is teaching we are programmed to listen and believe they are correct – and their way is what I should be aiming and praying for. This is fun!! 🙂

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          • Exactly! My hubs tries to get it across that we all can and most likely do and helps take the group to the point of hearing for themselves. It’s a hard one. I could go an and on with this topic. Our “hearing” capability seems to be connected to so much in our personal lives……. the openness and the hinders. This is fun. 😀

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            • LM: children below seven years old hear and accept. Then we begin to turn down the volume. (and my take on that and the conversation): Then we forget there is a volume dial. Then we get embarrassed and scared of the whole subject. Then we disable the volume dial. Then we say we cannot hear God – and never have.

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  3. good post Paul! and yes, i do hear Him speak, but in different ways…i guess it’s a matter of “recognizing” not so much “hearing”? it seems when we say the word hearing it causes people to think it’s always audible…but one day when i realized He speaks in many ways is when i started noticing “how” He speaks…that was freeing for me…silly ex. one day i was watching some fish in the Gulf of Mexico swim back and forth and as i focused on it i realized i could actually hear (in my heart) a symphony playing to the rhythm of their movement!! at first i didn’t notice it but as i watched without distraction the sound became so real that i thought i was crazy!! that was one of the “AHA”moments for me. silly as it sounds, it actually made me more aware of different ways He speaks…
    okie dokie, enough of that…
    hearing Him is def NOT for a chosen few…for me, i think of the scripture He uses the foolish things to confound the wise!! lol…i’m one of those silly people, and if i can hear him, anyone can, after all, He does say His sheep hear His voice… be fearless, take Him at His word (and leave the baggage at the port of the sea of forgetfulness) 🙂
    peace out


    • Selah – Wow!! and thank you! And your “silly ex” is a profound and brill “ex” 🙂

      Likewise the “hearing” word seems to be an obstacle to the “I can do this as well” certainty. That word “recognising” so much closer to what I experience (and those I have talked with) – and yet that then becomes “but I don’t hear the voice of God” and somehow a lesser form of communication.

      I also have a concern that the written word (i.e. these blogs and posts) uses language that gets halfway their – but still leaves a gap. As Don says(above or below):
      “This is a hard topic because we lack the vocabulary to properly express what happens when we “hear His voice”. I hear His voice quite often, and yet I’ve never heard a voice, and no, I do not “hear voices”.
      Confusion reigns because of this, and yet I have no doubt you know exactly what I mean, while someone else may think we both belong in an asylum!”

      And I do know exactly what Don meant. And your “ex” is also a perfect “I get that!”. We need you and Cate – to hook up using Skype and see where the Lord takes us on this one. Watcha say? 🙂


  4. hey paul, thanks for being such a great cheerleader 🙂 …
    and let me say, Don’s words gave me the giggles…i think we all (well, let me speak for myself) have been declared “certifiable” by many close to me…lol… so the word asylum rang loud and clear!! 😉 but all in all, i do understand what you guys are saying…and Cate makes good points as well, especially how her hubby teaches others as he speaks in many places.
    for about two years i taught some how to hear His voice (through what the Holy Spirit taught me) and it helped quite a few to get a deeper understanding and also helped them to understand that God speaks to us all, not just a select few! those were fun days…
    about skype, well, my time is not my own so it’s difficult for me to commit with my crazy schedule…ugh…and i’ll be honest paul, i would consider it if i could hide behind a wall!!!! (ask Cate, she knows me verrrry well lol)…BUT i’m working on it..lol…i will see if my schedule calms down, and if it does i will consider it…i thank you for even considering having me skype with you guys, i am honestly touched by your kindness.
    blessings to you…and keep those posts coming…they help keep me on my toes!!
    peace out!

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