Hearing God

I heard him once, and he walked with me very closely when my wife was pregnant. I have felt his presence in church many times since. And of course, I glance at the Eucharistic chalice from time to time at the moment of consecration.

But that voice, when I first heard - I can't describe it. Loud and musical like a trumpet, almost visible like shining gold, but gentle and soothing as a flat, flat surface of a still lake. That does not even begin to do His voice justice.