Who killed God?

Growing up, people in church often said they heard the voice of God. That He had spoken to them. And I remember wondering, what did that actually sound like?

Did He yell like the pastor? Or whisper like the ushers when you walked in late to service?

Were His instructions vague or specific? Did you actually follow them?

Did He ever stop talking and listen to you, or was He annoyed with your choices?

And really, why you? Why would He want to talk to you out of all of us?

The "voice of God" was mentioned all the time in church and in the Bible. He seemed to talk to Christian folks a lot.

I used to wonder if that voice was just a figment of their imagination. Not because He wasn't real. Not because He didn't want to speak. But because maybe, somehow, we killed Him.

Maybe God spoke in ancient times and got tired.

Tired of us rewriting His words. Editing His message. Shaping it into something we could control.

Maybe it was King James who finally annoyed Him. Or those councils, the groups that decided which parts of His word made it into the book and which didn't.

Maybe He spoke to them too and said, "Leave those out."

"I was being creative in Enoch. But Psalms? That one was real."

If God spoke to us today, what would He say?

Maybe He wouldn't say much at all. Maybe He'd just look at us. Grief in His eyes. Disappointment too.

And then, maybe, He'd ask:

Why did you edit me? Why did you use me for your bigotry? Why did you shrink me down to fit your own limitations, your fear, your refusal to accept all that I am? All that you were supposed to be....

And just when it feels like He's about to say more, He stops.

Because He remembers.

He remembers what happens when He speaks. How we twist it. Rewrite it. Package it. Sell it. How we turn something living into something dead.

He remembers that talking to us became useless. Fruitless.

So He goes quiet again.

Not because He has nothing to say. But because we stopped knowing how to listen.

And maybe, in that silence, He remembers what we were meant to be. Our beginning. Our ending. And the life in between that we were supposed to actually live.

So the question isn't whether God is still speaking. It's whether we've become the kind of people worth speaking to.

Later,

DD