Can you hear me now????

 How does God speak to you?  

Now there is a question to ponder.....to reflect on, not to get stressed out and worried and envious if you think God seemingly blathers on and on to that woman and me...zip, silence.

If while out for a walk or a roll and you've recently seen a burning bush, please let me know.  I believe God is in constant communication  with creation and we are too busy, too self-aware, to stressed and worried about many things to stop, look and listen.

The poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote: "Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes."  Or, if you prefer the line from the film THE COLOER PURPLE when Celie and Shug are walking through a field and Shug says, "I think it pisses God of when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it."         

I experience often and journal about what I call the "holy nudges" --- those moments when a word a read, a story I hear, a line form a film, an email received, a phone call....each and all strike a chord in me that reverberates in my spirit. Of course, I need to be tuned in.  When these gifts are given and received, I note them, write about them and work to juster the courage to follow the leadings of the "holy nudges."

When I was hearing the call to ordained ministry and was wondering if the Divine most likely "dialed the wrong number."  I kept these feelings all to myself. I was working as a program staff person (a summer camp counselor...kind of like a spiritual version of the movie "Meatballs.") and was amazed at the number or parents who when picking up their children after a week of camp would say to me, "Are you going into the ministry?"  Hmmm........ 

Another time, during the summer before my senior year of seminary I was having a major case of the doubts.  Could I do this clergy thing?  I was working at a Student Assistant Pastor (yes....SAP...the acronym applied) and was part of the leadership team for a Youth Mission Trip to West Virginia. As my doubt deepened, I too got into a bit of a faith funk.  The mission team went to dinner at a local United Methodist church located in the hollers of West Virginia.  I was asked to speak about our group and our church and our experiences.  I did so.  Still was funked. A friend and I went to look at the old cemetery nearby and when we retuned to the church all the vans had left, no one realized that myself and my friend, another leader on the trip, were not present.  Now, I'm already in quite the funk and I'm thinking....well, there's a sign, Sally!  

The immediate issue was how to get back to our basecamp.  We were miles away and walking was not an option.  In the age before cell phones, we would  need to wait until the mission team got back to base and then telephone and wait for someone to come back for us.  A member of the church approached us, noticed us as part of the Mission Group and said she lived "out near the Mission Camp" and she'd give us a ride.  

I sullenly plopped myself in the back seat of her brown Buick sedan.  At one point on the drive, the woman turned to me and said, "You spoke tonight, didn't you?  I liked your brogue (we refer to it as Pittsburghese) and, I don't know why I'm telling you this, yet, you'd make a good minister. I'm not sure if you're even considering it, but you should."     

BOOM!  Funk lifted!  Faith boosted! 

The point of this long tale, is to do what some of us  learned in our first early readers, those books with Dick and Jane and Spot...and, yes, little sister Sally......live the advice and stop. look. listen.  

God is in constant communication. Notice. Pay attention. Pray. Reflect. Talk about it with someone.  Keep listening. Keep noting the nudges.  Respond.