This is related to the previous post. I woke up and he was still here. He never leaves me. I apologize for being temporarily weary of his voice. He is not the voice of my conscience. He is not the voice of a schizophrenic. He is me, and he is the developed voice of a teacher, who, by necessity is always thinking and testing and searching for truth. He is the difference between me and the person who goes through life not thinking and reflecting, if such a person exists.
He gets weary because Christianity has so many different voices and confused answers that if you listen and read widely you find yourself second guessing about everything.
He is necessary because our civilization is 2000 years removed from the text of scripture and it takes some creative thinking to figure out what God wants and expects from us. So, in the midst of this constant waking conversation, I welcome the still small voice of God, who never wearies of whispering through the clutter of my thoughts.
2 comments:
Ha, I commented on your last post before I read this one!
Thank God for the voices.
I like that way of describing it. :)
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