The Voice

I was reminded this morning of two experiences.  The first was easy.  It was a simple experience of love.  Love for me.  Love is easy to receive.  The second was difficult, because while there was love, there was also disappointment and judgement and a revelation of self that was not so pleasant.  I believe I needed to be reminded of these things. 

The first time I heard the voice, I was in college, home on break.  I was in a crisis of faith.  I was aware that the feeling I had had as a young teenager, of the presence of the Lord in my life, had faded.  As I lay in my bed and prayed, I asked the Lord where he was, why I could no longer feel him.  It was then that I heard the voice.  It was familiar.  A real voice.  And at the same time, not a real voice.  I knew that while it was audible, it was only audible to me.  It came from inside me, but also around me.  It told me to listen.  But I was stubborn.  The voice became more insistent.  It called me by name.  "Lacy, Stop.  Listen."  I stopped.  I listened.  My radio was on.  Stryper was playing.  "Honestly."  

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/stryper/honestly.html ]

Songwriters: MICHAEL SWEET

Honestly
I believe in you
Do you trust in me?
...

Patiently
I will stand by you
I will stand beside you faithfully

And through the years
I will be a friend for always and forever

Call on me and I'll be there for you
I'm a friend who always will be true
And I love you can't you see
That I can say I love you honestly

Call on me and I will be there for you
I'm a friend who will always be true
And I love you can't you see
That I love you honestly
I will never betray your trust in me
And I love you can't you see
That I can say I love you
Honestly

 

At the moment I was asking "Where are you?" the song answered "I will stand beside you faithfully."  I just had to listen.  The answer was there. 

 

It was a sweet moment.  A moment of renewal of faith.  It was good.  But as wonderful as this moment was, it was not the moment that changed my life, that changed me as a person.

 

That moment would not be so pleasant.

 

Several years later, after I had graduated, after I had tried living in Norfolk, after I had tried living in Canada, after I had returned home, I was working as a temp in Washington, DC, trying to make ends meet, living at home with my mother and stepfather, driving a wrecked car my father had given me, driving on change and a prayer.  It had been a long day.  Those who know DC know that there is a large homeless population.  A very aggressive population.  They beg.  And they rarely use the money for food or shelter, preferring to feed their addictions.  Of course this isn't always true (again years later, I would be approached by a homeless man in DC who asked me for money when I had none, and whose gratitude was abounding when I offered a coupon for a free burger from McDonald's instead). 

 

But on the day in question, all I saw in the beggars were junkies and drunks.  As I was sitting in traffic, trying to cross the 14th street bridge into VA, I saw him.  He was a young man.  Early thirties.  He was dirty.  Long brown hair.  Beard.  He stood at the center of the bridge, in front of the jersey barriers separating the opposing lanes of traffic.  Hands outstretched to each side.  He had a sign leaning against his bucket sitting at his feet.  I don't remember what the sign said.  Something about will work for food or being homeless and needing money.   I gave a judgemental snort.  "Oh look at this, it's Jesus Christ."  It was an ugly moment.  I am not proud of it.  But that is what I thought at that moment. 

 

And then I heard the voice.  Deep, masculine, loving, and disappointed.  Kind still.  Loving still.  But clearly disappointed.  Again, it was audible, but not audible.  I knew that had anyone else been in the car, they would not have heard it.  It came from inside me, not my head, but my gut.  And it came from around me, behind me, beside me.  I actually heard it.  But I also felt it.

 

He said, "Lacy, as you have done unto these the least of my brethren, so you have done unto me." 

 

I felt the tears welling up inside me.  I was a monster.  I was evil. 

 

I rolled down my window as I approached the man on the bridge.  He smiled and approached my window.  He reached out his hand.  I dumped my purse into my lap and gathered all the money I had left, change, and placed it in his open hand.  I allowed my hands to touch his.  I felt the tingle and electricity shoot through my fingers to my very core.

 

"God bless you," he said.  I can't tell you it was the same voice.  I can't say that with absolute confidence.  But in my memory, it was the same voice I heard speaking to me alone in my car.  Whether I heard it the same or whether it was the same or I only remember it as the same is not really the point. 

 

Judge not, and love one another.  My moment of hatred, answered with love and a blessing on me, that was the moment of change.  It was not easy to feel the judgement that I deserved.  Honestly it wasn't even a small portion of what I deserved, but any judgement was just.  The fact that it was tapered with love and grace only cements our Lord's saving nature.