Can I hear His name?

Speaking of whispers, I've been looking. Looking for Christ in 1 Samuel.

So, I think I am hearing it. The whisper thing. Saul seems like a moralist whose heart is quite far from God. And David, well, his heart is after God's.

And I find this smack dab in the middle of David's despair and running away from Saul who is trying to kill him.

"David departed from there and escaped to the cave of Adullam. And when his brothers and all his father's house heard it, they went down there to him. And everyone who was in distress, and everyone who was in debt, and everyone who was bitter in soul, gathered to him. And he became commander over them. And there were with him about four hundred men."

(1 Samuel 22:1-2 ESV)


My heart felt a little flutter on that one. Yup. A whisper of the coming Messiah. The compassionate commander.
But God is not done with the whispering. Right smack dab in the middle of the afternoon, the busiest part of our day today, my husband and I meet a homeless man outside of one of my antique spots.

His name is Jason. He has beautiful eyes and he is young. And he just talks and talks and we listen like we never have before. Because now it is dear to our hearts, this terrible mental illness thing.

He talks about God and he thinks God is punishing him at times. We throw out a few sentences about how Jesus has already taken our punishment and hope that they stick somewhere in his fast stream of thoughts.

We get in the car and don't speak for a while. And cry a little. And I ask my husband if we would have ever listened like that before. He says, "no"...I know it's true.

And just as true that the compassionate commander loves Jason and has a purpose for his life.

Today God used Jason to remind me of the fulfillment of the coming Messiah we now know.

Right smack dab in the middle of my day. Whispering His name.

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