The afternoon was shifting towards evening, one fall afternoon, as I took a shortcut through the woods on the way home and had a surprise encounter. That sounds like the beginning of a classic fairy tale, but it isn’t. I rounded a bend in the trail and came face to face with a large, healthy-looking male coyote. Not the one in the image; this was long before cell phones were invented. I was in my mid-teens.
I’m not sure which of us was the most surprised. We stood, perhaps 10 feet apart, looking directly at one another, each with a stunned expression on our faces. I’m sure we were both thinking, “Oops. What now?’
Before I could move, he turned and took off through the brush at a dead run. I stood there still trying to get my head around the encounter. The whole thing lasted perhaps a few seconds, but it felt like we had faced each other for a long time. I felt thoroughly blessed.
Sometimes, God works in our lives to give us a chance to see the beauty of His love. We can miss them easily if we are not looking.
Recently, I was chatting with a young couple at our local assembly. Their toddler came up, and when I said hello, she told me, “My tummy is empty.” While we chatted about that and possible remedies, an elementary school student I had just been chatting with interjected and told her there were some snacks in the kids’ ministry area.
The parents politely thanked her and declined as they were about to head home for lunch. The toddler again rubbed her tummy and reminded us it was empty. The elementary school student then asked for permission and then shared the small bag of snacks she was munching on.
A few seconds of interaction, but the beauty of the one child attempting to compassionately meet the needs of the other, even sharing her own snack, was a moment of pure and simple love, a moment of seeing God in action.
People complain that the world is ugly, and they never see God’s hands at work. It’s true we live in a fallen, sin-filled world that can be ugly indeed. The total depravity of humankind and the results of it all stare us in the face.
Yet. If we look around, He is there in billions of small ways, choosing to speak in whispers. He spoke to Elijah in a still small voice.
Why whispers? I can only speculate it’s because when he shows up and does the big things, we want more of the show, and not more Jesus. When he fed the crowds by the sea, most of them wanted more free meals, not their savior. When God fed the wandering Israelites in the desert, they wanted a broader menu. And so, it goes.
Or maybe because when someone whispers, we lean in closer to hear. That act creates an intimacy of sorts. When we lean into God to hear His voice we are being drawn closer.
God is speaking, and in the seemingly surprise encounters, we get a glimpse of how good He is and the way He is working in people’s lives. He whispers to us as well in His word as we read, illuminating Scriptures in new ways for us.
Keep those eyes and ears open, my friends. He is whispering to you.
Be blessed
Kevin
