Sunday 30 January 2011

Matthew 2 – Dreams and false alarms


Matthew 2 is a chapter of dreams and signs and messages from God.

In verse 1, we have the “wise men” seeing a “star in the east”.  In verse 9, the star seemed to go “before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was”.  In verse 12, they were “warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod”.

The Wise Men saw signs and visions, they were led by them, warned by them, and in verse 10 they rejoiced over them – and no doubt over the wonderful way God was dealing with them.

And then... it’s Joseph’s turn to dream.

In verse 13, the Wise Men had scarcely departed before we have Joseph dreaming of an angel telling him to “take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt”.  Then in verse 19, after the death of Herod, another dream and an angel giving him the “all clear” to return to Israel.  And finally, in verse 22, a last dream and a warning to avoid Judaea where Herod’s equally dangerous son now reigned.

All of this dreaming, the angelic encounters, the visions in the heavens, set me to thinking about the way God talks to us today.  Maybe you don’t believe God does speak to us today.  But some people certainly do!  They say that God has told them to do this or that, that God has given them a message for you, that God has been speaking to them about some special enterprise or other.  To hear them talk, you’d think they were describing a conversation with their doctor or their financial adviser, not with the “Alpha and Omega, the first and the last”, before whom John fell “as dead” in Revelation 1:17.

Well, all I have to draw on is my own experience, and in my experience, on those occasions when God has “spoken” to me, it has always been with “a still small voice” (1 Kings 19:12), it has always needed to be mixed with faith, and it has always been accompanied by something like the “exceeding great joy” the Wise Men experienced in Matthew 2:10 when they realised that the mind behind the universe was “mindful” of them, and interested in their paltry affairs.

No spectacular signs for me; no dreams or visions; no angel voices; in fact, no audible voices at all.  Just a simple verse of scripture, transformed by my circumstances, and the spirit of God, into something more; a snippet of conversation I was half-listening to on the radio; a bedtime story I was reading to the kids; a single word in somebody’s long and rambling prayer; a single line from a novel, suddenly standing out in stark contrast to its context in the story.

A simple coming together of ordinary events, what we often call coincidence.  But it’s only coincidence when there’s no connection.  And faith sees the connection.

Case in point: a certain Friday morning in March; a certain upcoming meeting at work; a certain amount of confusion over 1 and 2 Samuel...

And David said to Ittai, Go and pass over. And Ittai the Gittite passed over, and all his men, and all the little ones that were with him.

It was over my usual hurried breakfast that I turned bleary-eyed to the reading  for Friday 15th March in my “daily devotional”, but inadvertently went to 2 Samuel 15, rather than 1 Samuel 15, and read the above.  An obscure verse, accidentally plucked from the middle of an obscure story, meaningless to me today, but on that particular morning, the morning of the redundancy meeting at work, faith made the connection and – amazingly, impossibly, absurdly! – I heard God’s voice speaking directly into my situation, and with the most intimate knowledge of my need.

I don’t know whether some people do literally “dream dreams” and “see visions” today (Joel 2:28), or whether in today’s “sophisticated” society, you would be more likely to consult a psychiatrist, or read-up on alien abduction, if you really thought a shining, celestial being had been trying to communicate with you whilst you slept!

Maybe God, in his humility, condescends to speak to us in whatever way we are willing, or able, to listen to him.  And, let’s face it, the sad truth is that God is probably more likely to catch my attention through the writing on the back of my cereal packet at breakfast, than he would be through a whole choir of angels whilst I slept!

But, as it says in Isaiah 43:19, God can “even make a way in the wilderness”, and I believe he both can, and does, make a way to speak to us today.  The problem isn’t so much in God’s speaking, but in our hearing, and recognising his voice.

As I said, in my experience, whenever God has “spoken” to me, it has always been with “a still small voice”.  The fact that it’s always been a “small” voice has, I’m sure, more to do with me, and my ability to hear, than God, and the volume of his voice!  But be that as it may, to my ears at least, God’s voice is often reduced to barely a whisper.  And a whisper is so easily ignored, so easily misheard, and so easily drowned-out.

I can’t really say how often I’ve ignored God’s voice, but I can definitely say there have been times when I’ve misheard him, or maybe just heard what I wanted to hear.  And there have definitely been times when what he’s actually been trying to tell me has been drowned-out by other voices, voices with agendas and aspirations of their own, voices that I managed to convince myself belonged to God, when all the time, deep down, I knew they belonged to me.

And so, it takes faith to hear God’s voice.  It takes faith to believe that God is able to make himself heard over all the competing voices echoing around my head.  And after one or two “false alarms”, when my own desires and ambitions have, as it were, put words into God’s mouth, and sent me marching off down a blind alley of my own making, that’s when faith is needed all the more.  That’s when “the serpent” sneers at the sheer audacity of it, the absurdity of it: that I should actually believe that God is speaking to me.

Yea, hath God said...?  (Genesis 3:1)

And that’s part of my motivation in writing this piece – to bolster my faith, to remind myself, not of dreams and false alarms, but of times when I’ve heard a still small voice, and for once I’ve recognised it for what it is, for once all the other voices have ceased, for once I’ve just shut-up and listened.

Even Samuel had to learn how to listen to God’s voice.  To truly hear his voice was just as rare and “precious in those days; there was no open vision” (1 Samuel 3:1).  And young Samuel had to learn the hard way how to lie back down and say, “Speak, LORD; for thy servant heareth” (1 Samuel 3:9).

I guess that’s a lesson we would all do well to learn.

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