And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. 1 Kings 19:12
In over ten years of public speaking, I have always prided myself that I have never, NEVER, lost my voice. Well, that is, until now. This past spring I had the privilege of being the evening speaker for the Southern Louisiana Camp Meeting. I know; it was strange to me, too, to be having camp meeting in the spring time; but in Southern Louisiana it was already hot enough! Once June and July hit, camp meeting would have been unbearably HOT. But there I was. I felt my voice begin to falter in my first presentation, but didn’t give it much more thought until I woke next day. Sure enough, when I woke, my voice was gone. Some blamed it on high concentrations of pollen in the air; others blamed it on the devil; me? I just wanted my voice back.
I had to give the remaining presentations in a whisper. The sound crew just amped up the mike and I whispered away. I’ve never preached in a whisper before; trust me, it’s not that easy to do. Matter of fact, it’s quite painful. (It took a week afterward to heal.) But I can say this; once again, I found God’s grace to be sufficient. Hearts were moved and God was seen by many as they never had before. The light began to dawn in many hearts for the very first time. On Saturday night, when it was all over, I was informed that the ABC had sold out of every copy of Finding the Father they had and that they were still taking orders for more. Even now, testimonies are still pouring into the ministry of blessing after blessing experienced through the presentations of this weekend. So, even though it was in a whisper, God’s grace was still heard, His love still seen, He still touched hearts and He still changed lives. So, I can certainly attest, sometimes God’s voice is heard in the thunder; but on certain occasions, it’s heard too through a whisper. If we’ll listen, maybe we all will hear His “still small voice” (1 Kings 19:12).