I headed for the door, just in time to unlock it for Tim, whose arms were loaded down with projector-computer-type Sunday School teacher stuff. “You preaching, too?” I asked. He was not, just teaching.
Inside the door Maggie greeted me. “You preaching?” I asked for the second time in as many minutes. I think she nodded her head. In fact, I’m not sure what she said, if it was “good morning” or “yes I prepared a sermon” or what. But Maggie’s smile – indeed her whole mood -- was immediately infectious. I found myself smiling as I made a pot of coffee, for no good reason. It was like one of those song lyrics that you hear and then you can’t get out of your head.

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The story helped to reshape and deepen the Gospel reading, John 10:22-30. Temple officials are trying to get Jesus to say he’s the Messiah but he has no plans to. “My sheep hear my voice,” he says. “I know them and they follow me.”
There are voices in our heads that we hear, all kinds of voices. Sometimes it’s the voice of denial and sometimes it’s the voice of God, Maggie said.
So I’ve been pondering the voices in my head quite a bit today. Sometimes, I find, I have more than one voice coming at me on the same subject. Neither is completely wrong but neither is completely right either. I’ll have to keep working on that one.
As far as the voice of God, I’m not really sure he comes to me that way, or that I think of her in that way. Although, of course, that makes perfect sense. But I can feel God, I think, in others. Just as it’s hard to see pain and grief in a friend without getting a knot in your stomach, there is also that pure unconscious joy that spreads from one person to another, spreads from the outside in,turned out again, almost light enough to be carried away by the wind. The gifts of God for the people of God.
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