Beyond the Echo #TheLonging15thDays
I have lived long enough among many voices. They were good voices, comforting and familiar, even holy in tone. The voices of my circle, of good people who love God, who say all the right things. Yet over time, I began to realize that goodness itself can become an echo chamber, a sanctuary of repetition that no longer births revelation. It started as a subtle ache, a restlessness in my spirit. I heard the Scriptures, but they no longer pierced. I prayed, yet my words bounced back like they were trapped inside glass walls. I knew the stories of prophets, of Israel, of the early church. Still, something inside whispered, “You’ve heard their voices, but do you still hear Mine?” The Hebrew word kol means “sound” or “voice,” but another word, dabar, means “word that acts.” The kol can fill the air, but only dabar transforms the soul. Israel heard the kol of thunder at Sinai, yet only Moses entered the cloud to receive the dabar. I began to realize that I had been satisfied with the kol, the ...