Painting by David Rodgers © all rights reserved by artist. Consent given to use in article of his wife.
I hear Your Voice Within Me
Over 2000 Years Late
Jesus, I just arrived on the mountain, and no one was here. I expected to see you there preaching to the crowds. I heard your voice in the wind calling out to me.
Where did you go? I am sorry I was not there to stop them from crucifying you. If I am honest, then I probably would have been like Peter and denied knowing you three times ,when the cock crowed.
Fear brings us all on our knees. I look out across the mountain range, and I see the flowers blooming, and a little lamb walking across the top of the mountain. He seems to be lost like me. I heard you were the Good Shepherd and would have taken care of all the little lost lambs.
Wait a minute! I can hear someone speaking to me in my mind. Is this the great spirit that they call the holy ghost, or could it be you, my Lord? It is telling me, that I should carry on my pep rally and shout out your name to the wind. Have faith….. the voice said my daughter for the time will come, when all will hear my voice.
Then, the voice said watch the lamb for it is lost, but it will be found. Just as the spirit is lost but in me, then you also are found. I kept listening, and softly I could hear his words as he would have said, when he preached to the crowds.
I felt special, because my journey led me to a mountain, and I was blind to the truth, but now I see.
I was dead of spirit, and you raised me from the shadows, and I was starving and you fed me the bread of life. I was thirsty and you gave me the drink of life’s blood from your own body.
What hospitality was this? I call it lasting hospitality, because I shall never forget, when remembering this time we shared together. Even though, I am late I will keep inviting others to come to the mountain.
It is like we play hide and seek often. You hide from me, and I seek you out, but sometimes you do not answer me, but then on some occasions I hear you.
It is hard Jesus to not see you, but I know I must keep the faith. Many have said you do not exist, but in my mind you always will. You told the crowds to suffer the little children to come unto you. For, you treated them with lots of love for they were learning and did not understand but took things by a child’s faith. They were precious in your sight.
How can we have such love that kind of love to all children no matter what? You loved them all. As I sang my songs from the time I was small, but my mind remembers how you loved the little children. Those were the days my heart felt like rejoicing to know someone loved me like you did.
Shout out to God the father, and speak our Lord’s name for I came to a pep rally, and I was late. The most important thing is I came. The mountain was high and I had to climb it. Each step seemed harder to climb up, but no matter the distance or how high you must climb to get there, or even if you are late, then you must know that the journey is well worth the trip.
For his voice is still speaking out in the wind. His voice is strong, and it lasts forever. Faith comes by believing and believing comes through the words of our Savior. Lift up your spirit toward the Lord for he will hear you whether you are on a mountain, by the sea, on the street, in a hospital room, whether you are weak or poor, then know that he hears your voice as you shout out.
Amen to the Lord All Mighty Father, God, and Son. May his holy spirit make a voice inside of you to lead you on the path toward his kingdom. and in his hands put your trust, and let all the sins that you do be forgiven, and in doing so remember you come to him by faith,repentance, and for salvation.
Glory be to God on the highest Mountain, and all around the Universe. Amen