And God Said…

Posted by in Bible & Theology

Warning: Mini-rant below.

“God told me”.

I’m always curious when I hear those words come out of someone’s mouth. If they are followed by the words “to tell you” then my curiosity turns to frustration if not anger. And I hear that phrase a lot. One reason is I live in Tulsa, OK, the Word of Faith capitol of the world; it is part of the culture to use the phrase “hearing from God” when the rest of us would speak of the application of biblical principles. Another reason is – in the counselor’s office – people are often trying to explain or justify past choices they have made.

Part of me wants to know how they hear from God. It’s rarely an audible voice, although I have had people tell me they heard an audible voice. Most often “God told me” (or “God showed me” or “God spoke to me”) doesn’t mean what most of us assume it means; instead, it’s verbal short hand for intuition or discernment or insight.

(I will say that when God speaks to me it’s often through a 5ft. 5in. blonde with her hands on her hips and a tone of “I WILL be obeyed” in her voice. My wife appears to believe first graders, small puppies, and husbands should be spoken to in short, concrete sentences using only one-syllable words. It has to be from God: no person that small can speak with so much power and authority all on her own.)

If you mean “discernment” instead of the audible voice of the Lord, then say so. “God told me” seems so final. So authoritative. So arrogant. It has the effect of shutting down conversation; I can talk with you about wisdom and discernment and interpretation but what can I really say about the Almighty giving you direction? “No he didn’t” seems about all that’s left to me: so now we can argue like my wife’s first grade students…

“Did too.”
“Did not.”
“Uh huh.”
“Nuh uh.”

That’s a productive theological exchange.

I wouldn’t be bothered nearly so much if “God told me” weren’t often followed by the craziest statements. “God told me to divorce my husband” was the most recent example (and the inspiration for this mini-rant).

The one that takes the prize is “God told me you were going to die and he wanted (another woman) to be my next wife. So it wasn’t really an affair.” I wanted to say that he was a self-deluded idiot but civility and a sense of professional decorum constrained me.

Another aggravating statement is “God’s will for my life”.
(Admittedly, I prefer that over being told a third-party knows God’s will for MY life.) I do believe that each of us has a purpose in life. My aggravation has to do with the idea that there is ONE precise and perfect plan for each of us… and if you took a wrong turn years ago, well, it’s all over. I remember one lady who came to counseling because she had became convinced God’s perfect will for her life was to marry someone other than her husband. In other words, she had married the wrong man 40 years earlier and now she was stuck. Nothing she could do would make up for missing God’s will. Peace and contentment were available for other people but not for her. Joy in the Lord would never, ever be hers because of a four-decade old choice she made.

How do I hear from God? Not audibly. I am open to the idea it could happen, but so far it simply has not happened for me. I hear from God through the application of biblical principles. I hear from God through the counsel of others. I even hear from God through my wife (and not just when she has that Charlton Heston-esque authority flowing from her voice).

Understanding God’s will for my life seems easy. I know it’s his will to pursue holiness and draw close to him. I know it’s his will to keep his commandments. I know it’s God’s will to be his witness to all the nations. I understand it’s his will to provide for my family and be the best husband and father I can be.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go: it’s God’s will I see the latest episode of 24.