Who Are You Talking To?
Most of us can be really loud. When we are excited, upset, angry, or forceful, we can get to a decibel level that will cause dogs to stop in their tracks! Most of the time when we are loud, it is not a bad thing. We may shout at someone to stop before they walk into a harmful situation. Or, we get really loud cheering for our team. But, sometimes we get loud and animated because we are angry. That is not always a good thing.
Surprisingly, most people are very rarely loud in prayer or praise to God. In fact, just stating that will made some reading this blog a little on edge. We have been taught and conditioned through the years that we are to be still, reverent, quiet, and reserved in worship. That is certainly true most of the time. But, there are times in Scripture that we are admonished to “shout to the LORD”, cry out to Him, and call upon Him with a loud voice. I don’t often see us turning up the volume when we talk to God in prayer. Perhaps we need a reminder from God’s Word.
Psalm 105:1 – Oh give thanks to the LORD, call upon His name. Psalm 86:5 – For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive, and abundant in lovingkindness to all who call upon You. Psalm 50:15 – Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me.” 2 Samuel 22:4 – “I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised, And I am saved from my enemies.
How good it is that even though God invites us to call upon Him, He can hear even the slightest whisper from one of His children……
My wife and I were trying to show our grandchildren the importance of thanking God for everything that He had blessed us with. We encouraged them to speak to God whenever they needed to know what they should do. Michael, our 4 year old grandson, enjoyed holding our hands, and with head bowed, he would close his eyes and listen as my wife or I led in prayer.
One evening as we were preparing to eat the evening meal, I asked that we all join hands and bow our heads as I led in prayer. To my surprise, Michael asked if he could say the prayer. I responded by asking him “Michael, do you know how to ask God to bless our meal?” To which he nodded with enthusiasm that he did. So we all bowed our heads and I gave Michael permission to begin. Instead of hearing words of a prayer, I heard nothing, and was about to ask Michael to begin again, when my ears caught a very faint sound coming from the direction of his bowed head. I listened, I strained, yet I could not make out any intelligible words. Finally, a very hardy “Amen” was uttered from Michael, and he looked up with an expectant expression that looked for an affirmation from his grandparents that he had done a very good job.
Before I could say anything, to Michael, my wife instructed him that we would say the prayer again, because she could not hear a single word of anything that he had said. After all, we wanted to teach them how to talk to the Father, and they needed to know how to do so. What happened next drove home the lesson my wife and I had been attempting to teach. Michael’s facial expression changed from one of joy to one of puzzlement, and then he quickly added, “But Granny, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to God!” (Copy).