Apr 22 2009
The Still Small Voice
“And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19: 11-12 KJV.
When God speaks to me with an idea to write about, I am always surprised at the remarkable ways He finds to present Himself . I am not claiming to be any modern-day prophet, or anything like that, but I do believe that the Spirit speaks to us to accomplish the will of the Father; may He guide me now! I was reminded of the account of the rending of the mountain, the earthquake, the fire and, especially, how God was not found in those things, but rather, in the still small voice. We could understand a thundering voice of God as he rumbled atop Mt. Sinai, give us trembling and great fear, and we could at least consider the possibility that God is speaking, but no… it’s in the still small voice that he reaches out to us.
As I drove across rural Indiana recently it occurred to me that in that peaceful, low-key relationship between the row crop farmer and the Lord, I could almost hear the still small voice. I do not want to imply that there are more Godly people in rural America than in the cities, (though it may be true), because I am sure that there are many deeply rooted, firmly convicted disciples in all walks of life regardless of the place they live. But in the quiet countryside there seems to be a presence of God that is practically touchable, a sense of the Holy that is as if Jesus could lay a hand on your shoulder and, (though majestic and awing in all respects), it would seem somehow, not out of the ordinary. There is an atmosphere in the country that city folk just have the hardest time trying to understand.
The urbanite goes to the country and one of the first questions they ask is, “What do you do for excitement around here?” The person who is raised in the city, (and I know I’m generalizing here), needs to be busy. It’s always go, go, go, go! This is the society we have created as a result of our willful secularizing of the masses. “Forget about God, what He has to say and the most important eternal consequences that you will face one day, there’s places to go, things to be done and people to see!” God is still there though, “Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.” Psalm 139 :7-8 KJV. But we have allowed ourselves to be trained into lives that use every possible distraction to drown out the still small voice. Satan has us so thoroughly mixed up that we think that we must pay attention to the shouting of the daily grind to the exclusion of the voice of God which longs to be heard in our quiet moments.
I know people who hate solitude. For them, to simply be quiet and rest in the Lord is the hardest, most uncomfortable thing they have ever tried to accomplish. The sound of crickets, the taste of sweet tea and the twinkling of firefly lights viewed from the back porch is almost unbearable. These people take vacations to go on adventures. River rafting, theme parks, skydiving and all sorts of excitement are the things they crave. If they can spend two weeks in hyper-drive, chasing pursuits that test their endurance past the levels of their regular jobs, then they feel as though they have utilized their vacation time well. I have a difficult time understanding these people. It seems to me that the only way they can feel relaxed in their regular day-to-day lives is to spend time over-exerting themselves to the point that when they get back to normality, it seems dull by comparison. This, they call restful.
I knew a woman who had lived in cities all her life, her family moved out into the country and she decided to go along with them but from then on, all she could do was complain about how badly she hated it there. There were no shopping malls, no theater, no social ladder which she felt was worthy of her attendance, only simple country folks that seemed to speak a different language. In the very heart of God’s glory, she was sure that she had been trapped in a Hell, but it was a Hell of her own making; she could not hear the still small voice. Her ears were so conditioned to the noise of Satan’s cities that without it she nearly went mad. Why should we allow ourselves to ignore the blessings of God? Are we so deluded that we genuinely, and gladly, desire the things that drown out the voice of God? Why should we prefer the wind, earthquakes and fires over the loving voice of our very Creator?
You can be sure that Satan would rather you never hear the still small voice. He wants to overwhelm you with the struggles of today so that you haven’t the time to consider the realities of your own eternal tomorrow. If he can keep one person’s eyes off the prize, away from the desperate seeking after Christ Jesus, then he will succeed in keeping one soul from believing the only truth there is, that Jesus wants to give us His peace and His rest. I hear people complain that in this life they struggle because they never got the rule book. They think that if they knew the, “game,” better, it would all be so much easier. I wonder if perhaps it isn’t so much that they never got the rule book, as it is that they never learned to be quiet and allow themselves to hear the still small voice of God instructing them on the truth of Jesus Christ through the leading of the Holy Spirit.
There are times when action is called for. When Moses stood at the parted Red Sea it was time to move. God didn’t split the ocean to amaze and intimidate Pharaoh, He did it to provide an avenue of escape! It was time for action, it was time for Israel to MOVE! But there are many more times that I believe that we would benefit greatly by meditating on the Word of God, to listen for the still small voice of the Maker of Heaven and earth. “Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10 KJV. This is an explicit instruction telling us that we are to calm down and be still. God receives no glory in pseudo-Christians running around half-cocked, willy-nilly like so many headless chickens. God is not exalted by random action, for action’s sake.
Consider creation, not what we have done to it, but what it was in the beginning. Find in Eden, or anywhere else for that matter, where God establishes Himself through chaos, it can not be done. God is not random, there is no accident in His providence, there is divine purpose in all He does. Satan is the destroyer of God’s peace, he deceives us at every turn and fills us with so much anxiety that the light of Christ is hidden or nearly extinguished. God wants us to act for His glory. Obedience to God is all about allowing Him to be magnified by the works He performs through us. How can that happen if we are so filled with the ringing of Satan’s bells of Hell that we can not hear the still small voice that God uses to speak to us? In Satan’s game of three card Monte, all he need to do is misdirect our attention long enough to hide the Saviour Christ Jesus. Once that’s done we are nearly helpless to find our way. But there is still hope because the Christ-card speaks to us, in a still small voice, but we have to be able to hear it!
Is Jesus glorified because you worked late, missed your daughter’s school play, and got out that extra order at the production plant? Is Christ lifted up because you finished that report instead of keeping that anniversary dinner date with your spouse, even though they said they understood? No! Family, commitment and the love of God evidenced in the little things; these are the things that exalt the Lord. There are thousands of things you can do, a virtual never-ending list of accomplishments yet to be completed that do nothing but prove you are too busy to hear God’s still small voice. You can work yourself to death for an ungrateful employer and it will serve nothing but Satan’s glee. On the other hand… Be there, on your knees, along side your 6 year old when they say their, “Amen,” at bedtime and you are listening, you are practicing obedience by raising up a child in the way they should go, you are living…
All for the Glory of Christ