"Look down."

                                -  The Holy Spirit, circa November 1971


Just in case it is not yet obvious, I should make clear that this voice of God generally has not unlocked for me the great, unexplained mysteries of the universe.  God never has told which stocks to buy or sell.  The results in my life could not have been more profound if He had told me such things, but the subjects He has addressed with me have been much more mundane.  He also never tells me what another person has done behind closed doors.  What other people do is none of my business.  God apparently intends to keep that just the way it is. 

Instead, the very first time I heard THAT voice, all it said was, "Look down." 

I was a high school senior at the time and had lost my mother's car keys in the middle of a  large  public park.  A half dozen friends had helped me comb every square inch where I had set my feet in that park.  The keys still were lost and I was on the verge of getting home after the time assigned by my parents.  (Young readers might not be able to imagine a world void of cell phones where teenagers were "corrected" for not arriving at home on time, but I definitely grew up in one.)  This was about as close to the proverbial "needle in a haystack" scenario as I ever had come.  I was both frustrated and afraid.

I was retracing my steps one more time from the car across the park, when apparently out of nowhere the idea popped into my head, "Why don't you pray and ask God for help?"  I did not hear a voice, I simply received an idea.  And that's when the first miracle happened:  In absolute contradiction to my impatient nature and personality, I did as the voice suggested.  I stopped walking right there in the middle of that park, planted my two feet firmly on the ground, closed my eyes, and with my mouth I prayed, "Father, please help me find my mother's keys."  That's when I first heard God's voice. 

I do not think I heard an audible voice; but this time it was a voice and not just a thought. I had never heard it before that day.  The voice was clear with a distinct tone and resonance.  It gave me a very simple instruction.  The voice said, "Look down."  That's when the second miracle took place.  Even though I had walked across that same stretch of grass, both with and without my friends, several times and had looked directly at it immediately before having stopped and prayed - knowing there was no way in the world those keys could be anywhere near where I was standing - I still obeyed the voice.  I looked down, and there were my mother's keys.  I thanked God, told my friends, and hurried home. 

Several months later I was attending a meeting hosted by a traveling evangelist.  I had told many of my friends the story of the voice and the keys and had invited them to attend this meeting.  I was young and naive (okay, so I'm still naive) so I was taken by surprise when the evangelist took up an offering.  As the paper bucket was winding its way down the long row toward me I heard that same voice say,  just as clearly and distinctly as it had the first time, "Give them two dollars."  I had no question in my mind about the author of that voice so I was eager to obey it.  I reached into my pocket, removed my wallet, reached inside, and found single dollar bill; nothing more.  This may seem a simple thing to you, but I was devastated. 

How could this voice that must be God have erred?  If He had the capacity to catch my attention in a way I'd never known before at the very moment I was about to walk past my mother's keys for the umpteenth time, how could He not know that I did not have two dollars to give?  I was certain this was the same voice.  There was no mistaking it.  I was certain He could not have made a mistake.  But I could not reconcile how He could have given me an instruction it was impossible for me to obey.  I was perplexed and still powerless to obey.  So I sat and, once again completely against all my natural predispositions, I waited for an answer to appear.  Meanwhile the while the collection bucket drew closer to me by the second. 

Then the voice said, "Look in your Bible."  It is difficult for me to express the sense of both joy and relief I experienced in that instant.  I had used a one-dollar bill to book mark a page in my Bible almost a week before that meeting took place and I had completely forgotten about it.  I grabbed the bill from the book just in time to drop the $2.00 into the bucket like the voice had told me. 

Please remember that I was not anticipating either of these events.  Neither was consistent with anything I ever had experienced.  I understand that these events perhaps could be explained by some natural phenomena.  I appreciate that either event's occurrence in a vacuum could be explained by mere chance.  But if you ever experience two such events, then you probably will obey that voice without arguing just the way I do now. 

I have not heard this voice many other times, but I have obeyed it each time.  Each time its instruction has been correct.  The little bit I do understand about the laws of probability influence me to conclude that this voice is real. 

This is not the way the Holy Spirit usually communicates with me.  I will try to explain that in a later entry.  But these were the first two events that made it possible for me to believe that God might be gracious, kind, loving and forgiving enough to speak to me.  Before that, I had no evidence that He ever would speak to me or that I would be able to discern His voice. 

As I have written more than one time in this blog, I would not expect anyone to believe any of this is true just because I say it. I would hope, however, that some readers would be provoked to sufficient curiosity to consider the possibility that God might be kind enough to speak simple instructions even to a person so undeserving as I am. My encouragement is, if He will do that for me ,then He certainly is kind enough to do the same for you.

Please approach Him in your own way.  Ask Him what He wants you do do.  Be willing to accept  whatever happens.  Do not try to insist that God speak to you in any certain way or on any certain subject.  Be open to the possibility that He might have something more important to say to you than whatever happens to be occupying your attention.  He is God, not a Magic Eight Ball!  Be willing to admit that you don't know what you don't know, and it is amazing what He might reveal to you. 

After you do these things, please share your results with us here.