Creating space for God to speak to us… It's an interesting thought. If God wants to, of course, God could crash into your party and force you to listen… but usually, God doesn't show himself in the wind, or the quake. God usually likes to whisper to us. It's God's way of being gentle on our fragile hearts and ears.
God's voice could tear us apart. His breath could rip the skin from our bones. His powerful word could destroy us. If he wants.
Or God's voice could create us. His breath could mend our tissue back together. His powerful word could give us new life. If he wants.
I know which way I would rather have God speak to me. The gentle whisper. To have God speak with calm, patient love is my preference.
But am I willing to listen. If yes, God will call out gently. If no, God will eventually need to clap his hands and thunder his voice in my direction. If I turn my ear TO God, God will bend his knee and dwell with me. If I turn my ear FROM God, God will stand… and I will bend… and I will dwell alone…
In 1 Samuel 3 we see the preferred method. In 1 Samuel 4 we see the thunder. In both chapters, Eli asks "What's the noise?" In the first instance, the noise is a gentle whisper from God to the boy Samuel. Samuel's heart is turned to God, his ear is ready to listen, his response is a dwelling with the Lord. In the second instance, the noise is the turmoil of invasion and death. Eli's sons' rejected God, their ears attuned to only themselves, their response a choice of destruction.
Is there room in our ears to listen to God… or are we too crowded within ourselves? Is there space for God's word to dwell within us… or are we too full of ourselves? Is there freedom to hear God… or are we enslaved to the noise we filled ourselves with?