He’d been working in D.C., living in Alexandria with me as newly-wed wife, running a higher ed organization and pretty much minding his own business when he … heard God’s voice. I mean voice! And I mean words!
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Amid a flurry of barely-caught typos, fonts of the wrong shade and misplaced style cues, Jerry, I, and his priceless crew of teammates finished going over the final set of proofs that go to the printer. This is the last check prior to publication of the book that has claimed Jerry’s heart and mind since shortly after we were married. (Which is no longer just last week, though it feels like it.)
It’s not a book in any familiar genre and he had not been planning to write a book at all. He’d been working in D.C., living in Alexandria with me as newly-wed wife, running a higher ed organization and pretty much minding his own business when he … heard God’s voice. I mean voice! And I mean words!
Experiences of this caliber are not, it turns out, as rare as the secular cover over contemporary social scenes would have us suppose. But Jerry is as level as a carpenter’s level, was not a spiritual seeker, not chased by – nor chasing – the Hound of Heaven. So, in the context of the man I married, this wasn’t anything I’d expected. When he proposed, I took (what felt to him like) interminable moments to be sure I could still grow spiritually if I had to do it solo – before I finally said ”yes.”
Nor had he been trying to please me in this regard. The question of Jerry and God was, I felt, their business, and I didn’t worry my pretty head about it.
But here was Jerry, who’s not going to enhance a story for effect, doesn’t have a hyper-excitable imagination, or an ego in need of amplifiers, telling me that God was talking to him – and I mean verbally talking.
I never have heard audible words from God, though sometimes a thought that didn’t seem like my thought has come into my mind nearly verbal in its crispness. But, with that qualification, I have a fair amount of experience in the back-and-forth with our Creator.
So I did know one thing. You have to respond. Otherwise, it’s like getting a letter and not answering it. You’re breaking off the delicate protocol of a relationship. Other things being equal — I mean, provided it doesn’t seem morally wrong or nuts — it’s a good idea to be responsive.
Now, many steep cliffs later, Jerry is very close to publication. Of a book whose title, also given in words, is God: An Autobiography, as told to a philosopher. The e-book , the hardback print version can be ordered now. A trained philosopher in a Q & A with God!
In the Bible movies I enjoyed as a kid, the divine appearance was accompanied by organ music. The messenger would be back lit and speaking in tones suitable to a Major Funeral.
This whole experience has not been like that. It’s more as if the ordinary world, with its ordinary colors and sounds, is quite sufficient for God to paint with.