I’m not a mystic. I’ve never heard the audible voice of God, and if you’ve read read this blog at all, you know that being alone with Him, without any other people around to fill the silence with laughter and music and celebrity gossip has been an acquired taste.
But probably the most life-giving, growing edge to my faith over the past twenty years has been paying attention to the promptings of God through the Holy Spirit.
This may sound sacrilegious, but it’s kind of like going on a joy ride with your crazy aunt and not knowing where you’ll end up. You think she’s gonna zig and she zags. You think you’re lost and bam! You arrive at the edge of the Grand Canyon – more exhilarating than any snapshot could have prepared you for.
