An
old story goes like this:
A
man who wanted to teach his nephews and nieces about the reality of the living
presence of Christ in our lives asked them, “Where’s your mother?”
“Upstairs,”
answered one girl.
“How
do you know?”
“I
saw her go,” she replied.
“You
mean you saw her start to go upstairs,” corrected the uncle. “Maybe she didn’t
get there, or perhaps she’s not there now.”
“Oh,
I know she’s there, because I just called her, and she answered me,” said the
youngest child.
The
uncle continued his questioning, “Did you see her?”
“No,
but she spoke to me and called me by my name. I know her voice, and I know it
was Mother!”
“You
are right,” said the uncle. “And in much the same way that you know your mother
is upstairs we can know that the Lord is alive and in our lives. He speaks to us and we just know it is His
voice.”
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