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Does God ever speak in an audible voice?

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I love reading Dick Eastman’s books. Eastman inspires you with his stories of a powerful God. If you’ve ever wondered if God speaks audibly, read this story from The Jericho Hour.  It is long, but worth the read.   John Aycock, a gifted trial attorney in Tennessee, …
By Seth Barnes
I love reading Dick Eastman’s books. Eastman inspires you with his stories of a powerful God. If you’ve ever wondered if God speaks audibly, read this story from The Jericho Hour.  It is long, but worth the read.





 
jericho hourJohn Aycock, a gifted trial attorney in Tennessee, was a coordinator of our ministry’s Change the World School of Prayer, a multi-hour prayer training course.
      One of John’s first assignments, he was to coordinate the seminar at a respected Southern Baptist church in a modest Arkansas community.
    John was excited when he met the young pastor who explained that nearly their entire adult congregation had registered for the seminar and paid the tuition.  Now, instead of the expected seventy-five people attending, hundreds would attend.  To the pastor it was a miracle.  But to John it was potential catastrophe. 
    He had actually come early that morning to prepare all the manuals, workbooks and other materials. Now his heart was filled with considerable anxiety.
    His feeling of panic was triggered by the many hours of training he had experienced in order to serve as a coordinator.  With a severe shortage of manuals for that night’s seminar the entire event seemed doomed to failure.
    John shared his concern with the pastor, explaining that it was impossible to present the school of prayer effectively without the materials.
    “Why don’t you call your office and have the materials flown in?” the pastor asked.
    John told him that even if the materials were put on a plane immediately, they wouldn’t arrive until the following day. 
    “Well, Brother John,” the pastor asked, “if you can’t get the materials here on time, what are you going to do?”
    John’s confident reply came without hesitation; “I’m going to ask God for a miracle!”  Moments later John was on his face in the darkened sanctuary of the Baptist church.  “How can I present a school of prayer that teaches people You answer prayer if this prayer goes unanswered?”  He pleaded with God.  “And You’ve got to answer quickly, God, because You have only until 7:00 P.M. tonight.”
    John suddenly leaped to his feet.  He didn’t understand why he felt such an urgency to end his prayer.  He glanced at his watch.  It was exactly 12:00 noon.
    He got into his car and, as if directed by an invisible force, headed across town.  Driving down the town’s main street, which ran just adjacent to the interstate freeway, he was overwhelmed with the simple recognition that God had His perfect solution for this very specific problem.  He didn’t know how, but he knew God would respond.  Almost instinctively, he cried out, “God, whatever shall I do?”
    To his amazement God not only answered him, but He chose to do so in an audible voice.  Interestingly, John came from a spiritual background where hearing God speak was considered highly suspect.  Only deranged people heard “voices.”  He couldn’t remember a single Christian friend who ever spoke of hearing God’s voice audibly.  Some might accept His speaking to the hearts of His children in quiet whispers, but speaking audibly was reserved for an earlier generation.
    Later, John shared his experience with me.
    “He spoke just three words, Brother Dick – only three words.”
    “What did He tell you, John?”  I asked.
    Hesitating a moment, he continued, “It’s just so hard to believe.”  After considerable prodding, he finally said, “Well, Brother Dick, God said simply, “Turn into McDonald’s.'”
    “Was there a McDonald’s?”  I asked.  After all, the town wasn’t that large, and perhaps it was one of the few places in America where the restaurant chain had yet to make its mark.  Of course, if there was no McDonald’s, surely God hadn’t spoken.
    John laughed and said yes, adding that McDonald’s was one of the few distinctive landmarks along the main street.
    “What did you do?”
    “I drove into McDonald’s as fast as I could and practically ran into the restaurant,” John added.
    “What happened next?”
    “I ordered fries and a coffee.”
    “Did God say anything else?”
    “No, not another word!”
    “You mean that’s the end of the whole story?”  I asked
    “Oh, no.  That’s when I heard another voice!”
    “I thought God didn’t say anything else.”
    “Oh, it wasn’t God’s voice I heard next,” John said, “but it was just as shocking!”
    He certainly had my undivided attention.
    “It came from directly behind me, and I recognized it immediately.”
    “What did this voice say?”  I asked almost cynically.
    “The voice said, ‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!'”  Standing behind him were his nineteen-year-old daughter, Elizabeth, and her college classmate, Mary Lee Ferguson, hundreds of miles from both the college they were attending and home.  For a moment John felt as if he were dreaming.
    “What on earth are you doing here?”  He asked his daughter.  She responded with her own question:  “What are you doing here?”
    “I asked you first,” John said, and they both started to laugh.
    “Daddy, don’t you remember this is our week of spring break?  We finished our exams earlier than expected, and Mary Lee wanted to get home early to see her fiancee and plan for her wedding.”
    Before John could catch his breath, his daughter asked a question that in retrospect appeared clearly to be prompted by the Holy Spirit:  “Well, Daddy, how’s everything going?”
    Until that moment John had actually forgotten his difficult dilemma.  He had even forgotten how he had ended up at the counter of that specific McDonald’s restaurant.  His face now showed concern as he responded, “Not very well, honey.”  Not very well at all.”
    “Daddy, what’s wrong?”   Elizabeth asked.
    John explained how he was in that community to direct a Change the World School of Prayer for a local Baptist church and how almost the entire congregation had registered to attend.  He then explained how he had just learned that without a miracle most of the participants would not have manuals for the evening because not enough had arrived.
    “Honey, I just don’t know what I’m going to do,” he said.
    Instantly, Elizabeth began to laugh – hardly the response he had anticipated.  “Daddy, this may be just an amazing coincidence, but I think Mar Lee’s trunk is full of everything you need.”
    John didn’t understand.  How could she possibly have what he needed?  Before he could ask, Elizabeth continued.  “Daddy, what you probably don’t know is that several weeks ago my pastor asked me if I would help coordinate a Change the World School of Prayer in the Tulsa area, and I agreed.  But somehow they ordered far more manuals than needed – hundreds, in fact.”
    Elizabeth was excited as she gave the details of how the manuals ended up in Mary Lee’s trunk.  “When the school of prayer instructor, Ray Beeson, learned that I was your daughter, he suggested that I take the manuals home to you, and perhaps you could store them in your garage.  Ray felt this would save shipping costs for the ministry in the long run.
“Daddy,” she concluded, “Mary Lee agreed to let me fill he trunk with those manuals.  We didn’t even bring home any suitcases.  I think the trunk is filled with all the materials you need for tonight’s seminar.”
    John couldn’t believe what he was hearing as the three of them rushed to the parking lot.  He stood almost breathless as the trunk was opened.  Counting the items confirmed the significance of the miracle.  There were just enough manuals and workbooks for those who had registered for the seminar.
    Tears were impossible to contain as John told his daughter, “Honey, this is one of the greatest miracles I have ever seen in my life.”  He then explained how he had cried out to God only a short distance up the street and how God had spoken just three words audibly”  “Turn into McDonald’s.”
    “How amazing,” he said, “that you drove by at that same exact second.”
    “It’s more amazing than you think, Daddy,” Elizabeth said.  “You see, last night I had loaned all my cash to a friend who needed help to go home for spring break.  I had fully intended to go to the bank early this morning and cash a check to help Mary Lee with gas money.  But then I overslept terribly this morning – by three hours, in fact.  Mary Lee was furious.  She was in a hurry to get home to her fiancee, so I decided to forget about the bank.
    “It wasn’t until we were well underway and very hungry that we realized all we had were a couple of dollars in change, no credit card and no cash.  We both started to cry and pray at the same time.  We knew we couldn’t go another ten or fifteen miles.  And that’s when we saw a sign – ‘McDonald’s, 8 miles ahead.’  We decided that at least we had enough coins to buy some french fries.”  Elizabeth concluded with excitement, “Daddy, if I hadn’t overslept, and if we hadn’t been so hungry and nearly out of gas, and if it hadn’t been for that sign, we couldn’t possibly have shown up here at this moment.” 

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