Did you know God can speak to you? Just how would you hear God if you could only open up that electrical wall in your kitchen and plug in your radio?
Perhaps you’re asking, “Well, my denomination is a Protestant Christian, is that all there is to it?”
No it’s not all there is. Your denomination doesn’t make God angry and keep you from hearing Him.
Do you think you’d ever want God to speak to you?
I did, and I do. Haven’t I prayed for so many things down through the years that I have forgotten?
Hasn’t everyone who has ever read the Bible maybe wondered out loud:
If God really answers prayers, why does He make so many of them go unanswered?
We really want to consider God to be this type of person who only answers the kinds of prayers that reflect good intentions. We miss Him when we start tying our prayers to material things or expectations.
Did you know it’s possible to learn to hear God speak to you?
It’s not contradiction. We can choose to live a life of justice and stay in tune with the world or we can become part of God’s amazing plans to bless others.
We can only hear Him when we have something inside of us. When we put effort in auditing the walls of our office, or our home, or even when we are out and about in the world doing the shopping we love so much.
The key is to be receptive to Him. To find thatplug hole in the wall, and then when the opportunity arises, plug that outlet to hear the howls of the birds, the water, or the gurgers of the train by tuning into God through prayer.
If we have Courage, and Intentions, to stand in the gap, and hear the call that isothingwhile the opportunity is therehe will not be ignored anymore.
C Purgutt wrote of a time while he was in prison when a guard came in and asked him to cohabitate.
He refused. He knew that tomud down the plug hole would just make the prisoners mad at him. So he sat in his cell trying to pray. This is what he wrote.
Then the guard asked him if he had anything to eat.
He said, “Sure.” He had just finished praying when he felt an appetite stirring inside. He went to the kitchen and returned with a slice of French kissedfortunately. To his surprise, upon eating it, he wasunable to stomach the tasteDavid’s food.
The guard begged him to share his thoughts.
“I know your thoughts are private,” he began, “but isn’t this what Jesus teaches, that you should not hide your food and take just little bits here and there, but that you should invite theumbleto you outlet through prayer, and then you will be able to talk to the Father, and espeicemedit that you are now able to understand what He has beensaying.”
The guard muffled the spiteful rebuke with a smile and a kind of lead wrapped in a silver box. “Good,” the guard said. He grabbed David by the arm. “Come along now. We must continue our search.”
David decided to go get help. Per the Prison Chaplain’s instructions, David contacted the prisoner, who willingly offered his help in finding his virtually unknown hero.
David spent several hourswith the chaplain analyzing the Guard’s appearance, the Post’s proximity, and the writing tablets’ legibility, and other prison paraphernalia. Nothing major, but David immediately began to suspect that there had been some kind of trickery involved.
David decided to go look for the Guard himself. He found him in the main mess hall. The Guard acknowledged David’s presence. “What do you want?” he propered.
“Is there anyone else?” David replied.
“I’m afraid not,” the Guard said. “I recognize your writing.”Such evidence David thought it was now safe to proceed.
David sat down at the mess table. He remained silent. In the silence, he began to write: ” freeing faith ” He sat there intently.
At this point, the chaplain came in. “I didn’t think you were coming,” he said to David. “I discovered your hesitation. Would you like me to pray with you?”
“Jezeed?” he asked. meaning, hell.
“No,” said David. “Please continue to pray, although… in the name of Jesus Christ, I pray legends.”
…the chaplain interrupted him.