Does God ever speak in an audible voice? YES Next time you see me, ask me how I can be so certain and I’ll tell you about the time I heard His voice.
Does God ever speak in an audible voice? YES Next time you see me, ask me how I can be so certain and I’ll tell you about the time I heard His voice.
YES YES YES Seth. Thanks a million for this posting. It is very timely. I will give you details when I get to speak with you.
I answered in the affirmative that God still speaks audibly because I have personally experienced this severally. As i read this blog, I have tear stained face because of the remembrance of this unique experience I’m about sharing. My husband, Uche can testify to this.
It was December 31st,1994 and Uche’s birthday. Still a student in the higher Institution, a friend of mine and I prayed on some Gospel tracts asking the Lord to make it a point of contact for the salvation of the souls of all that will read them. Then we went into all the 480 rooms in the female hostel slipping the tracts underneath the doors into their rooms. Students were already on holidays and we believe their first contacts as they open the doors to their rooms on resumption will be those tracts. We were exhausted climbing the three Storey buildings of the Four (4) Blocks comprising the female hostel but excited we did something for the Lord.
The first miracle was provision of free ride to go see Uche and drop his birthday card and gift at a distance of about 75 km. Alas, he was in and never had my knocks on his door for about thirty minutes. So I left the card at his door and went for an end of the year Christian Tent meeting.
Second Miracle was another free ride to the Tent meeting, about 50 kms from Uche’s house.
On getting to the tent meeting, I had audibly the voice direct me to sit at a particular place in the 30,000 Seater auditorium. I obeyed.
The outstanding miracle was that the Lord led Uche audibly too, to locate me in that Auditorium that night. I will allow him to share his experiences.
The final Miracle on the 1st of January, 2005 was that the Lord connected me to the family that provided for my upkeep in School throughout 2005 right there at that Tent meeting. Uche and I sat on the Man’s car having stood for a long time catching up on the events of the previous day not knowing the Man was asleep in his Car. He gave us a free ride back to town and I discovered my Cousin had sheltered and fed him in his undergraduate days in the University when he was thrown out of his Muslim home for accepting Jesus Christ as his Lord and saviour. He was overjoyed connecting with me and sponsoring my academics in school that year, was just a token to say thank you. For me, it was answered prayers because my Parents couldn’t afford my schooling anymore at that time. I was almost dropping out of school because of finance.
God still speaks audibly. It is so TRUE.
I love God. He is so tender and creative and clever and funny and awesome and a good teacher and specific. I bet you her dad brought them some more lunch , got them gas, gave em some cash. The miracle was a threefer. Gift for him, gift for the girls and a gift for the students. I need to read me some mr. Eastman abt my amazing dad!
Awesome. This gets me pumped up. Such a cool Dad we have.
Hi Seth…In my experience God is often a prankster. And that is OK. Because He is God and we are not. 🙂
Is this God endorsing McDonalds? 😉
Great story Seth & Sola! Love hearing God stories…
Amen! Yes, Praise be to God as He still speaks in an audible voice according to His Will and Purpose as explained in my following testimony which has been posted on other discussion forums:
As a youngster, I had always believed in God, as my family had a Christian upbringing. (My father was a minister in an Assemblies of God Church).
When I was eight years old, my dad died as a result of leukemia. I remember as I cried in the hospital room that a comforting thought came to me with an assurance that although my dad had just died, “God would be my Father.” As I grew older, I still believed in God, yet I did not know Jesus. In fact, I thought that Jesus was just “second in command” and whenever I wanted to pray to God I didn’t need to involve Jesus. It was my belief at that time that I could bypass Jesus and just go straight to the “main man” (God).
Yes, I thought that just because I believed in God it made me a “Christian.” Yet, with a belief that God existed, I was still miserable and had a sense of emptiness within. What’s worse, there was a raging anger that would flare up at the slightest provocation. When I married, in 1973, the anger would be directed toward my wife and for the first three years our marriage was a living hell and I was the cause of it. I blamed my wife for the problems and it was evident that our marriage was falling apart.
As I came under conviction by the Holy Spirit, I realized that I needed God in my life and I would ask my wife to attend church so that we could learn more about God. My wife was an atheist but, on the other hand – in my claim to be a Christian, I can really see now that I was a very poor testimony to her. Finally, in my desperation and hopeless feeling, I prayed to God admitting that I needed to get close to Him and that I wanted to straighten out my life. I told God that my wife did not believe in Him but that I did and if it were necessary I would divorce my wife in order to get my life straightened out with Him.
During this search for God, I was listening to a Christian radio program and sent for a book offer entitled, “How do we know there is a God?,” by John Warwick Montgomery. Upon receiving the book, I became excited because it had answers to many questions that I had always wondered about. My excitement became overwhelming with each page of scriptural answers and I hastily went to a room where my wife was and began telling her about the book and asked if she would read it with me. I kept going on and on about what this book had to say about God up to the point that it annoyed my wife and she turned and yelled, “Quit harping at me!” I then turned and walked out of the room and said, “Well, God, I guess that’s your answer, I will divorce my wife.” I actually had made up my mind right then and it was settled in my heart that this was God’s answer. As I set the book down, I suddenly felt as if I was in a vacuum and there was a feeling of stillness and silence surrounding me. I then heard the most crystal clear voice speak these words, “Ask Diane if she believes Jesus was The Son of God.” Without hesitation, I returned to the room where my wife was and said, “Diane, do you believe Jesus was The Son of God?” She suddenly turned to me with a startled look on her face, raised her hand, and said to wait, that we could talk about it later.
As she recounted the incident, Diane told me that when she heard the words spoken to her, she suddenly realized that she had been denying God all along and she became aware that this was a point that she had to make a decision. She relates that it also seemed like a veil had been lifted from in front of her eyes and had the awareness that if she said, Yes, then everything would be alright; but if she said, No, then she would not have another chance to decide and God would not approach her again. Later that evening, Diane said she believed Jesus was The Son of God. We both received Jesus as Lord and Saviour as a result of God’s Divine Intervention during a time of crisis in our marriage. Without a doubt, I attest to the truth that one cannot bypass Jesus. It is clear in scripture where Jesus proclaims, “I Am The Way, The Truth and The Life. No man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.” (John 14:6)
May God, our Creator, receive the glory for His mercy in our lives through Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and thank you for reading this testimony.
San Antonio, TX
There’s no questioning if God speaks in an audible voice. I’ve come to know that whenever this unique event occurs, He makes sure that the hearer(s) never mistake His voice and words for something or someone else.
Sola’s testimony above was one that still shocks me till today. There’s no way I could have made that trip to go find her at that tent meeting if God didn’t tell me the way He did. If someone else was there and heard me say, “I’m going to get Sola at the camp”; they’d discourage me. It seemed a foolish thing to attempt, as there were no cellphones in those days. There’s no way to locate her among the thousands of people there.
But as soon as I saw her note at my door that evening, two things happened immediately. As screamed with pain and sorrow, for missing her and then I heard a voice right behind me say, “Go to the camp, you’ll see her.” I knew it was God because I was alone at home.
Long story short- Abba took me right to here this girl was seated as if I knew her location before then. It was a most amazing birthday gift. Try and imagine our joy that night.
This is my story.
First memory of anything to do with Church or Sunday school was counting how many children were attending Sunday school (many years ago) by touching each child’s head with a poppy. I felt very important being allocated this special task It took great concentration at 6 years old, I remember counting 15 children. But I have no conscious memory of any lessons.
I also remember years later, sitting in church with mum and dad and having to be very quiet, in fear of dad’s volatile temper, we usually were 🙂
Then there was communion. I obediently attended the lessons, memorizing parrot fashion all that was required, and getting through the course at 12 years old and the nerve racking ceremony. But I was confirmed and could take communion which I thought was pretty good. But once again, I still had not taken on much of what I was taught.
But even though Church in itself was pretty boring there was something untangeable there.
One morning when I was 14 years old I woke on a Sunday and I actually wanted to go to Church. A little magnet inside me was beckoning me to go.
it was cold and wet, it had been raining all night. I went in to see if mum and dad intended going to church, they said no, the weather was too miserable. In that moment I decided I would go anyway, I got ready and set out across the large grass oval towards church about 2 ks away. I remember my shoes and socks getting soaking wet right through to my my feet from the water soaked grass. As I came to end of the oval I heard a voice it was a deep voice -the voice said I am pleased with you. I remember thinking wow, God just spoke to me.
The years that followed were not easy, and in my late teens and early twenties I developed anorexia followed by severe anxiety and lack of confidence.
(effect of childhood beatings, severe discipline carried out in anger )
My God experience had been forgotten and after going through a very traumatic experience in my early twenties I questioned the existence of God. I had continued to attend church and lead a life of a Christian, but now I doubted.
I had a successful ballet school which I really enjoyed , but at 23 I was wondering how a God of love could allow a child to be beaten and then go on to endure more trauma. I struggled with this and one day when I was in front of a class of older ballet students I just called out to God from deep within my heart.
I remember this experience so clearly. I had been working for 4 hours, it was a very hot night, I had been drinking TAB and water. I was demonstrating the cha cha as part of a routine. My students were following me. That was the moment I said to God If you are there show me now, or I or I just cannot believe you are real, I will give up church and go my own way I was calling from deep within my heart.
in the next moments (have no recollection of time) an invisible presence – like a cloud of absolute LOVE CAME OVER ME, IN THAT LOVE ALL FEAR, ANXIETY AND DOUBT MELTED
It was like a huge magnet, I wanted this feeling forever. It was PURE LOVE WAY BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSION. Then a deep masculine AUDIBLE VOICE said I am God, and I am there I called from my heart PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU. I just wanted to be with God now and forever. The AUDIBLE VOICE replied It is not your time yet. no, no, I thought, I want to go, I do not want to stay here. At that point the PROFOUND PRESENCE OF LOVE started to lift very gently away in an upwards and away from me direction. As it went I realized I was standing there in AWE and ABSOLUTE PEACE. God had removed the anxiety, it was gone.
I turned around to my class of students, I must have looked ecstatic. they were waiting for me to continue, I do not know how long I stopped for, none of my students said anything to me and I did not say anything to them. There was no recollection of time.
I just knew I HAD HAD THE PRESENCE OF GOD, HE HAD ASSURED ME HE WAS THERE, HIS LOVE WAS REAL, HE WAS REAL.
How can I ever express to anyone how a profound experience like this impacts you.
I knew after that that whatever I faced GOD WAS REAL.
I still bungled my way along making wrong decisions, too often letting my human nature lead the way. But my faith was now strong, and I always came back REPENTANT AND FORGIVEN.
Just KNOW that God is real, and now I can tell you also that JESUS IS FOR REAL.
one night I was sitting by the fire, we had been given the duty of praying for overseas missions. We were given a list of about 20 countries to pray for. In my minds eye I did not know these people and really did not have much interest in overseas missions but thought I should give it a bit of effort so started praying for the allocated country for that day
Suddenly I started crying uncontrollably, the tears came from my heart, my heart was breaking all of a sudden. Then I had a sense of a Presence and it was Jesus. He said i am letting you feel my heart for my lost people, please pray from your heart for them. My tears are for the lost, my heart breaks for them. I continued to sob Jesus tears until I promised him I would pray from the heart from now on.
Thanks for this story, Joanne. It is beautiful to hear how God has shown you his deep love for you. May you impart that love to many.
As of last night when my pastor told me her story, I have now know of three people that have heard almost exactly the same thing and all three instances involved music playing, then stopping, and then miraculously starting again. God said “you are one of my chosen” to two of us and “you are one of my chosen, I give you new life” to the other. God truly is amazing!
I believe God communicate in various ways to people for example through the Bible or through a preacher or by remembering internal messages/thoughts from the Bible; but also audibly.
Yes, I have heard the voice of God. Internal, but audible, the Voice was not from myself or my own thought. You cannot mistake His voice, He is God.
I was screaming inside myself for help, I was in agonizing pain. Screaming: WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? Then he called me on my name, in my own language: “ELIZNA, HERE I AM!” My first thought was that this is a Voice that everyone has to listen to. I thought I have never heard such authority in my life and it doesn’t exist on earth. AUTHORITY AUTHORITY AUTHORITY. A year later after the insistent in 2012 I had read in Isaiah 58:9: “Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer: thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am.”
Pardon the long story, but it goes like this –
On 18th April 2011 I was waiting to see someone for an appointment. I am a person who has mild epilepsy.
I heard a voice say “Don’t look now someone’s having a fit”
A few moments later, when driving home, my wife said the same thing just before she got out of the car to assist as a first aider.
I am ‘new’ to Christianity but have always had a firm belief. This has only happened once.
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