the still, small voice of God

July 28, 2003

this weekend was the pneumatos retreat (that's the university fellowship at MCBC). we headed out to mcrae point in orillia, which is a camping site. i've never been camping before in my life. neither has cora. we made a pact that if one of us went, so would the other, because like me, she's never camped in her life before. in fact, back in the koinonia days, they never went on camping trips because of us :) hehe.

one night, while i was laying in the tent, listening to the wind blow, and the trees rustle. and then it hit me. i was thinking of how the sound of wind moved. the further away it is, the quiter it is. and the closer it is, the louder it becomes. it's a pretty simplistic truth. nothing very complicated about it all. but don't you think that's how we are with God? the further we are from Him, the harder it is for us to hear Him. because the distance is too great. there's too much distractions in between for us to hear His still small voice. but when we move closer and closer to Him, the easier it becomes. the distractions fade away. and all that is left is His gentle whispers to us. if you want to hear God, there's no way you can do it standing far away from Him. it's not possible. if you were talking to your friend, and you wanted to hear what they were saying, how far would you stand away from them? you'd stand pretty close if you wanted to hear what they were saying. our heart's ambition should be to draw closer to our loving Father in every single moment that passes. "come near to God, and He will come near to you" (james 4:8 [NIV])