A few months ago I was making some late evening visits to the hospital. I ran into my physician on the way into the hospital. I felt the urge to ask him to go get something to eat so that we could talk. I ignored the thought. However, by the time I was done visiting, the thought was persistently ringing in my mind. So I waited until he came back to the car and suggested that we grab a bite to eat. He said sure, so we went to Ryans’s for a late dinner. At Ryan’s we talked and I said to him, “The Lord laid it on my heart that I should get together with you and talk.”
My physician was Roman Catholic and phrases such as “the Lord laid it on my heart” or “the Lord spoke to me” (another phrase I used while trying to explain to him why I had asked him to join me for dinner) were both phrases that were puzzling to him. He talked about a friend of his recently using the phrase “The Lord spoke to me.” We went into a long conversation about what is meant by that phrase. I explained that I did not hear and audible voice. It was more like a thought that would suddenly come to my mind that I simply could not get out of my mind.
I gave him examples from my life when these words would come to me. Such as I would be out visiting and the name of a parishioner would come to my mind. I simply could not get the person’s name out of my thoughts. So, I would go by for a visit, and would discover that this person really needed someone to talk to right then and there. I also related other accounts of such words from the Lord.
Being a minister, we deal with more than just the physical realm. I firmly believe that there is a spiritual realm and that every now and then we are given a glimpse into it. The Lord can and does “speak” to us. The only problem, is that most people never attune themselves to the voice of the Lord. They either discount that voice altogether or are unable to distinguish that voices from the other voices that clutter their mind on a daily basis. Hearing that voice, though, can be a blessing.
Sybil Dudley, the mother of one of my parishioners has just died. Her funeral is this afternoon. I went by Jean’s house on Sunday to talk with her about the funeral. During our visit, the song Wayfaring Stranger came to my mind. I knew that I would have to use that song during the service. Jean never mentioned the song. It simply came to me. Last night Jean called me at home and talked with me about the service. I had suggested that someone from the family might want to say a few words when I met with her on Sunday. She was calling to say that her son Keith didn’t want to say anything, but that he would like to sing an old Appalachian Folksong. The Lord spoke to me again. I knew the name of the song that he wanted to sing. Jean said that he wanted to sing Wayfaring Stranger. I told her that would be fine. As a matter of fact, I had already decided that I would sing that very song during the service. I told her that it was meant to be and that the Lord definitely had a hand in the planning of this service.
The Lord had laid it on my heart. I am so glad that I listened, because I got to experience one of those God moments that don’t come around every day. I was blessed and I feel certain that this service will be a blessing for all that attend.