
Once there was a man who dared God to speak.
Burn the bush like you did for Moses, God. And I will follow.
Collapse the walls like you did for Joshua, God. And I will fight.
Still the waves like you did on Galilee, God. And I will listen.
And so the man sat by a bush, near a wall, close to the sea and waite for God to speak.
And God heard the man, so God answered.
He sent fire, not for a bush, but for a church.
He brought down a wall, not of brick, but of sin.
He stilled a storm, not of the sea, but of a soul.
And God waited for the man to respond. And he waited … And he waited … And waited.
But because the man was looking at bushes, not hearts; bricks and not lives, seas and not souls, he decided that God had done nothing.
Finally he looked to God and asked, Have you lost your power?
And God looked at him and said, Have you lost your hearing?
(A Gentle Thunder, Max Lucado)
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It seems to me that we have strong tendency to hear what we want to hear and sometimes limit His form of expression. Recently, I find that He ‘speaks’ in different forms, from people’s help, Bible verses, and even in the form we don’t want to have, such as from the loss, self or others’ tragic stories, personal struggles, and all unexpected events. I do hope that He speaks in a way that I have enough wisdom to comprehend, embrace, and, most importantly, HEAR.