My Father’s Voice

I recently was watching a news story on how current residential smoke alarms do not wake our children to the danger surrounding them.  Companies are researching, testing, and developing smoke alarms that use a parent’s recorded voice to wake their children.  “Tammy, this is Dad.  There is a fire.  Get up and get out!”  After sharing this news story with others a friend commented how it really made her think about the power a parent’s voice.

I agree that parent’s voice is very powerful.  God, our Father, speaks to me through His Word, through the Holy Spirit, and through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ.  What about my other senses?  Are they important in receiving what God wants to communicate to me?  What role should my senses be playing other than the obvious day-to-day needs?

Hebrews 12:2 says, “Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith”.  Oh, how wonderful the day will be when my eyes actual behold my Savior.  But even now I see Jesus, who He is and wants me to be, in others and in the Word.  Jesus is in front of me like the carrot for the donkey.  Many times I do not want to move but seeing Him causes me to get up and go forward.

I love what Isaiah 55:2 says about eating.  “Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy?  Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.”  Ever hear of eating your words?  Or having a slice of humble pie?  While I love to eat I would prefer to eat that which the Lord provides rather than the sourness of humanity.

Paul tells me how I smell in 2 Corinthians 2:15-16.  “For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.  To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life.”  No one wants to stink.  To be Christ’s aroma sounds better than the best man-made scent could ever be.

What about touch?  May I be like the woman who went to Jesus for healing.  “Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak.  She said to herself, ‘If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed.’  Jesus turned and saw her.  ‘Take heart, daughter,’ he said, ‘your faith has healed you.’  And the woman was healed from that moment.” (Matthew 9:20-22)  While I cannot touch Jesus today I can offer His touch to others so they may be healed.  A smile touches the heart, a kind word soothes the soul, a hug can bring so much comfort.  All of this communicates love and thus Jesus.

Back to hearing.  Jesus tells me about hearing His voice in John 10:3-4.  “He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.  When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice.”  His voice.  Not mine.  I realized that I have two eyes, two ears, two hands, two nostrils but one mouth.  Hmm.  Maybe God is trying to tell me something.  I first need to take in and share with others more of Jesus with my first four senses.  Then use my voice to communicate God’s love to others.  My voice is more often used, knowingly and unknowingly, in unrighteous ways.  Oh to be more like Christ.  So I will breath in, see more, hear more, and feel more of Christ to then be able to share my Father’s voice with others in powerful, life-giving ways.

  

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