Hearing Voices
Today’s post is from Andy Whisenant -Christian, humanitarian, and mac & cheese connoisseur. You can catch his thoughts on life and follow his journey at his blog, Andy in Progress. Also, be sure to follow Andy on Twitter: @andywhiz
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I was posed a question the other day that, if I’m completely honest, has been bugging the heck out of me because I’m afraid of what the answer to that question really is.
My pastor was teaching the other day and asked a question that stopped me dead in my tracks…
“What voices are you allowing to lead you?”
Ouch. That one kind of stung because I think know I’ve been avoiding dealing with the ramifications of how I answer that question for a long time.

I eventually sat down and started to think through what voices I let lead my thinking and understanding of who God is and who I am. More often than I’d like to admit, I listen to the crappy voices in my head who try to tell me who I am. Maybe you’ve heard these voices too…
· The voice that says I’m not good enough
· The voice that says I’m not qualified
· The voice that says I’m not experienced enough
· The voice that says I’m just a failure
· The voice that says my past defines who I am
· The voice that says what I do determines my value as a person
· The voice that says I’m not worthy of God’s love
· The voice that says I’m too far gone for grace
· The voice that says I’m too messed up to be used by God
Yeah, I know what you’re going to say…those things aren’t who I really am in Christ. And I would agree with you. It’s just that sometimes, those other voices are so loud, it makes it hard to hear the one voice that makes any sense. (Be patient, I’m still working through this whole following Christ thing.)
I get to points in my life where I listen to these other voices more than anything else. I let them define me and shape me. I get to the point where I hear these voices so much that what they’re saying becomes truth in my mind.
But when I look at this thing we call the gospel story, I hear a whole different voice speaking to me.
I hear hope. Hope for myself and for everyone else who hears these voices bouncing around in their heads telling them they’re a nobody.
Because of this “good news” Jesus spent His time talking about, I can begin to understand who I really am because of who He says I am, not because of what I think about who I am.
Rob Bell argues that “the gospel is the counterintuitive, joyous, exuberant news that Jesus has brought the unending, limitless, stunning love of God to even us.”
This news changes everything. This gospel story screams loudly that I am loved, not rejected. It says I can live in hope, not despair. It says I can know peace, not unrest. It says I am unarguably, unconditionally, irrevocably, eternally loved by the Creator.
And so are you.
So may we learn to listen to this voice that is constantly screaming the beautiful reality of the gospel story.
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