God whispers.

It’s a fairly common expression that defines those little nudges of conscience that we attribute to God, reminding us of how we should behave. On occasion, it might be a more forceful reminder.

It happened to me recently. Not so much a whisper as it was a shove in the right direction.

As the author of these posts, I make no claim of special connection with our Creator. These musings are merely my personal reflections on the relationship between logic and faith. If some of these posts seem inspired, perhaps it is that phenomenon we call “God whispers.”

But, like anyone else, I have my moments of doubt as well. But, recently, I had an experience that might better be described as “God shouts,” rather than God whispers. Or, perhaps it was more of a shove.

Maybe I wasn’t listening for the whisper.

I had occasion to visit a local auto mechanic’s shop to arrange for some minor work on my car. As I walked from where I parked my car toward the front door, a young woman arrived at the same time. We went in together. When the owner came out to greet us, I indicated that the young woman had arrived first, so the owner spoke to her about her issue.

I listened as the mechanic explained that the brakes on her car needed to be repaired, but, more importantly, the rear tires were so badly worn that they were on the verge of total failure. He quoted her a price for the job.

Obviously distressed, she pleaded for a better deal since she could not afford the cost at this time. The mechanic kindly offered to find her some cheaper tires, but insisted that the tires absolutely needed to be replaced. The brake job, he offered, could be delayed for a while.

When the owner/mechanic left the room to research cheaper tires, the young woman sat in a chair next to where I sat waiting my turn. Knowing that I had overheard her conversation, she began to tell me her circumstances, probably out of embarrassment. She explained that she was a college student with a part-time job at a local home goods store where she worked for less than minimum wage and hadn’t had a raise in some time. She went on to explain that she desperately needed her car to attend her classes.

After a few moments, she stepped outside to speak to her boyfriend who was waiting outside in his vehicle.

That’s when the miracle occurred.

When the owner returned to tell her he had located some less expensive tires for her car, I stepped up to the counter and told him, “I have an extra one hundred dollars that I can spare toward her repair bill.”

The reason I call this a miracle is because I hadn’t pondered on the situation. I hadn’t been particularly touched by her plight. I hadn’t debated with myself. I just stepped forward and made the offer.

I was compelled. There was no hesitation, no thought, no voices in my head, just action.

It wasn’t so much as a God whisper as it was a realization that my purpose in being in that place, in that moment was to be what she needed, when she needed it.

Even as a believer, I can honestly say, nothing like this has ever happened to me in my life.

Perhaps God had been whispering to me but I just wasn’t listening.

Maybe, running out of patience, He just gave me a shove.

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