Voices and Noises

RCA DogHave you ever heard a sound…

And not be able to identify where it is coming from? I remember a cricket being loose in the house. You could hear him when he rubbed his legs together to make his signature sound…. Slip through the house trying to identify where it is coming from, and then he goes silent. For hours you can look, but seldom find! At least roaches take off running and you have the chance to find them!

Early this morning, around 5:15 or so, I just woke up. Normal? Yes. But it seemed like something had gotten my attention. I do not use an alarm clock, so there was no button to snooze with. I lay there for about 15 minutes trying to determine what it was. Then…


I hear the sound. I get up, and look for it’s source. Nothing. After getting up and going through my morning routine. Coffee… Cereal…. Read…. Devotion… and a little computer work, I go back into the bedroom and immediately hear the sound. I lay there for a few minutes of “quality investigation” and there it is again. About every 12 minutes or so.


To no avail, I run through my mind of all the possibilities. Nothing. I did imagine I could hear my wife’s alarm clock, and the voices ranged through a twang, to a beat, to a genre, but in reality, there was no music coming from the clock radio.

But I did stop on a thought.

In my mind of remembered noises I could hear certain voices. I can hear my parents, siblings, children, and even distant and far off relatives. Their tone, inflection, style and even certain words. Their body language comes through with remembered phrases.

And for some reason my mind rested upon a certain person – and I could not, for the life of me, imagine what his voice sounded like. I have heard him preach, sat around in conversation, and even knew when he was upset. But I could not imagine his voice in my head. His sons, yes, their voices are slightly there. But not their dad. One in Dallas looks like his dad, but I’m not sure he sounds like his dad.

As I thought about voices, I thought about the Old Testament. Long before Christ was on the scene, the bible points out scripture after scripture of mankind calling out to God, “Hear my voice!” Hear my plea, my call, my sounds of communication. It seemed all too often those voices were being referenced with complaints or pleas of mercy. Though Abraham talked with God “face to face” as I mentioned recently, most everybody else cried out to God for something they needed.

When you move into the New Testament, it is often Jesus calling out to those that will heed him;

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.  (John 10:27-28 ESV)

Will there ever come a time you will not be able to remember the voice of a treasured person? Sure. But you never want God to forget your voice! Nor do you want to ever, ever, forget His Voice!