PART II.  SECTION 4:  WHAT IS SIN?

Lesson 254 Let Every Voice But God’s Be Still In Me

  1. Father, today I would but hear Your Voice.  In deepest silence, I would come to You, to hear Your Voice and to receive Your Word.  I have no prayer but this:  I come to You to ask You for the truth.  And truth is but Your Will, which I would share with You today.
  2. Today we let no ego thoughts direct our words or actions.  When such thoughts occur, we quietly step back and look at them, and then we let them go.  We do not want what they would bring with them.  And so we do not choose to keep them.  They are silent now.  And in the stillness, hallowed by His Love, God speaks to us and tells us of our will, as we have chosen to remember Him. 
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Where is the deep silence in which I come to the Lord, to hear His Voice and receive His Word?  My mind seemed flooded with calls to remember, spilling forth a churning torrent of distractions.  Its noise and clamor distracted me from devotion – though here I sat at the desk, the Do Not Disturb sign on the hotel door,  Lover at work, and me in what should be blessed solitude. 

How to find that place where no ego thoughts direct my words or actions?  It seemed impossible to get past all that hubbub.  I imagine myself on the bank of a teeming stream, muddy and brown, watching the jumbled thoughts and worries roar by.  Clearly, there was no need to fish any of the soggy mess of distractions, calls for sorrow or grief, concerns, and cares of this world from the water.  I definitely want nothing they would bring!  As it churns swiftly on, I experience no regret, no burden of responsibility.  God did not make these worries and cares; I have no need for them.

I wait.  The floodwaters pass.  The water becomes clear and quietly burbles.  In stillness, the Voice for God can now be heard, speaking through His Love and of His Love. There in the silence is my will with God’s because I have chosen to remember Him. 

So often we reach into that murky stream and pull out those soggy, sodden burdens, those teeming worries, and cares.  It seems so noble, patriotic, caring, and righteous.  We take them home and clean them up and make stories up about them – but they are useless and without meaning.  We cannot fix the ego world!  We cannot right its wrongs.  We cannot prevent its disasters or mend its relationships.  And I am thankful this is so.