Sometimes it is beautiful music that leads me into His presence, or a sense of danger that jerks from my throat the shout of His name, or a scheduled prayer meeting, or a Sunday morning gripped hand of one who sits beside me. Other times—perhaps they are more significant moments—I sit, quiet and alone, and listen…listen, strain to hear His voice, the voice of my Master. When at last I am able to discern those tones, the peculiar tones of another world, then am I led, led trembling into His presence. To talk.
Talk to God, you say? Talk to the Creator, the Master of the Universe? Can it be so?
Yes, my friend; indeed it is so. Understand, please understand, that only the unsearchable, mysterious love of God enables such an unthinkable, incomprehensible ability—ability to talk—to communicate with God. In reciprocity is such talk; in equilibrium is it not.
For words from God are of the highest order, of majestic and ethereal flow, timeless thoughts, spoken from eternal and peerless fount. And mine? Of the earth; flawed, faltering and fearful. And yet we talk, we commune, we speak. Because of love. Because of the Love of God.
So, as did Zedekiah the king, who quizzed Jeremiah, I ask, “Is there any word from the LORD?”
And strain my ears to hear words as from Jeremiah, “And Jeremiah said, There is:..” Jeremiah 37:18
And in His presence…and in His Word…and in His Words do I revel.