the voice

Is it instinct or is it intuition. Is it an echo from the past that calls into our soul, or is it something familiar, a place we've been before but can't remember. It's a feeling I get;  rather fleeting, passing, a Deja vu moment that comes and goes yet hangs around me almost all the time like a mist in the morning. You have to wake to see it. This mist lifts in the day when the sun warms the land. If you don't rise early, if you don't feel or pay attention intentionally, you will never quite get it, hear it, taste it, feel it.

It is the 'Voice' that calls out. It says come away with me to another place. It's allures me, us. (Hosea 2:14-15). It asks us to learn what we do not know but always long for. It is the love, hovering, that creates all things. It is God. He is love. They are complete--the three. The first, the second, and at last, the third; the One who presides over this union and gives birth to all creation. It really is not good to be alone. We die alone. Alone is a curse of it's own. Together is life. God is One but never alone.

This is what God shows us. This is what love is. One lies down for the other. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his (or her) life for his friends.

What does the princess do when the prince has come to rescue her?

She saves him right back. It's the final scene from the movie 'Pretty Woman', a theologically instructive work. Richard Gere's character Edward climbs up the fire escape to the arms of Julia Roberts character Vivian. When Edward asks,” So what happens after he climbs up the tower and rescues her?" Vivian replies; "She rescues him right back."

And they live. And live. And live. And never die. They really do live happily ever after.

This isn't a fairy tale.

This is the story seldom told.

Because it has to be felt to be heard.

And as U2 sings we might listen...you're packing a suitcase for a place that you've never been, a place that has to be believed to be seen'. If you listen to your soul you can hear the voice calling. It's there. You can actually feel it speak.

Is it intuition or instinct. Either way it is seen with the heart and known in the soul. There is no other way like this way. This way becomes the way.

So the Spirit calls, the voice beckons...

Come away. Lose your life that you may live. Let the scripture finally make sense. This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.

It's the only way to live...and live again.

"The Voice"

written by Brendan Graham

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice