Journeys with Jason - February 2017

I would like to share with you an experience I recently had that maybe you can relate to.  Have you ever been in a place trying to read or concentrate and certain voices just make it difficult.  I had a day when that happened a few weeks ago as I sat in a lodge, attempting to concentrate on something I knew was going to feed my soul from one of my favorite biblical books, the Gospel of John, in conjunction with The Spirit of the Disciplines by the great theologian and leading authority on spiritual discipline, Dallas Willard.  Unfortunately, I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.  There weren't many people in the room but there was one voice that I found to be particularly distracting  because it was strikingly similar to a voice I knew very well.  I actually turned around multiple times just to make sure it wasn’t that person, which makes me wonder how many voices we would be able to recognize if we were blindfolded and asked to identify those who came up to speak to us.  There are many voices I would be able to identify right away without having to see a face.  I’m sure though, for some, I’d be embarrassed as I guessed and strained to recall where I knew them from, let alone remember their name.  Voices are powerful.  It’s a mother’s voice that calms a crying baby, and in our house, it’s a father’s voice that brings a feeling of security and obedience.  Some voices just make us laugh and there are others that simply make us angry for whatever reason.  In that moment the question hit me, “Do I recognize the voice of the LORD?”.  Jesus says the “sheep follow Him (the Shepherd) because they know his voice… I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me.” (John 10:4,14)  Do I know the shepherd’s voice?  Am I even listening for his song?

As His sheep, sometimes we have wandered so far that the shepherd’s voice is faint.  We try to determine which direction his call comes from but we are stuck down in a pit and it echoes off the rocks and we can’t find Him.  We feel lost and darkness is closing in because the sun is setting and amongst the the shepherd’s call we hear the howling of the wolves.  We cry all the louder seemingly to no avail.  But maybe we’re drowning out the Shepherd’s voice with our own.  So we wait on Him here, stuck in the mud and mire.  I would like to remind you of one of my favorite Psalms.

I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a new place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD. (Psalm 40:1-3)

How beautiful it is to be part of His flock!