On Hearing

As I stated in my last post so long ago I love the paradox. Though it may for a minute feel convoluted, there is something so beautiful in the way which God has hidden himself. For He is hidden by simply being so majestic. As we are hidden from an ant even when it crawls across our chest so God is hidden from us though He is the very One in whom we live and breath and move. If only He would speak to us then we could be sure. Yet perhaps a clear word from Him face to face would be to us as thunder and lightening, awesome but hardly an answer to the problem of today. Thus He appeals to us as to children speaking in parables, dreams, pictures. We see Him in the seasons changing, the voice of a friend or a stranger, we hear him in the wind and rain. Perhaps the circumstance you are trying so hard to get an answer from God about holds His very voice to you. This God who longs to reveal Himself and yet wraps Himself in darkness moves in mundane and as well as unexpected ways. He is a joy to discover.

Recently I was on a mountain and heard Him speak in the words of Descartes, Know Thyself. I had begun to write about the complexity of our being which has sprung from the complexity of His being for some deeper questions about the spirit and the soul which had been for me unresolved were suddenly reconciled. I will post on this soon. But beyond such mysteries there is a simplicity to knowing oneself. There is a place of knowing beyond words, a truth which is better lived than spoken. It is from this mystical place that we know ourselves and that we know God. His voice is deeper than words. In this way it is hidden yet those who have heard it can never doubt or deny its ever present reality.