Two days ago, I planned to play hooky with a work colleague. We were going to slip away from work, get out on the links early, and turn off our mobiles. The plan appeared foolproof, but then the weather forecasters began a shared chant; Rain coming in from Spain in the south, sweeping across the sea and into Britain. The day was going to be miserable! Their statements left no room for new interpretations: Dark, dreary, and windy with periods an intense rain. We played 18 holes of golf followed by a leisurely lunch on a warm, light breezes, and light cloud kind of day.
The forecast for today was the same. Dark clouds, wind, and frequent rain were on the menu, maybe they still are. However, at this moment Cherry and I are looking forward to long walks in bright blue sunshine, not a breeze in sight, and moderate temperatures. God’s paintbrush is out in force today!
What are the rules I should use in listening to others, even those we respect? Is their analysis of the future, of life values and priorities, most important? What do we do when they find God non-relevant for living? Do I let them dictate priorities and values for my life?
Even when I forget there is only one way I know to respond. “From now on think of it this way: Sin speaks a dead language that means nothing to you; God speaks your mother tongue, and you hang on every word.” (Romans 6.12) Advice, predictions, analysis, and judgments have their place in line, God’s words come first! I can and should listen to all, but never follow without checking with God first. Peers, friends, colleagues will always use a language needing translation. God talks to me in words that, when I listen, reach in and touch my heart and soul.
It is easy to understand the world’s forecast for the future – war, famine, exploitation, and cruelty to others. It is challenging and life directing when I listen to the language and music of my Godmother’s voice.