God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world. ~C.S. Lewis
I love this quote! Not because it talks of “God whispers” or conscience, and not because C.S. Lewis wrote the Narnia books. I love it because it’s one of the few references to a God that shouts. Sounds strange, I know, but here’s the thing… When I was a new student of Science of Mind, I had the most amazing early teachers. The classes I took eventually led me to Practitioner studies and then to Ministerial School. I loved learning and expanding and I am forever grateful for my teachers.
I noticed when I was a new student to this thing called “Spirituality,” I was always struggling to “feel the Presence,” or “hear God’s whisper.” My teachers talked about the beautiful, light mist that would descend. Still other teachers, and oftentimes classmates, would talk about the soft cotton ball or blanket they could feel envelop them. And so I waited………. But, nope! No whispers. No cotton balls or fleece blankets. Yet I still thought I was having some major spiritual epiphanies, except they were more like lightning bolts or those things that go bump in the night and make you bolt upright. None of which is a huge problem, none of which concerned me, except I kept ignoring these signs.
You see, I thought sure it couldn’t be a God message because it wasn’t any of those things that my teachers or other classmates described. Rather, at the time when I was trying to really get these practices, to make them a real part of my life, the voice of God in my head sounded more like Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck! And the more I allowed myself to be open to Spirit’s Wisdom, then the more frequently this would happen until one day, I finally surrendered to the fact that my experience didn’t have to be the same as anyone else’s experience, that this was my relationship with the God that loves me.
I mean, think about it? I grew up in a real melting pot; Irish, Italian, Jewish and German mothers yelling out their windows, “JIMMY? LINDA? DINNER! YOU GET HOME RIGHT NOW!” I grew up amidst car horns and police sirens, noisy trains and even noisier drivers yelling out windows. To this day, I love big cities – they bring me comfort, it’s home. So why shouldn’t my experience with the Beloved be LOUD? It works for me. I encourage you to court the Presence in whatever way works for you and if anyone tries to tell you that God shouldn’t sound like your version of it, then you can simply smile and say, “fuhgeddaboudit!”