The concept of God's still small voice when he spoke to Elijah is quite famous. If you don't remember it, this is the text below:
The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
Ok, so God isn't a Wind God, or a Mountain God, or an Earthquake God, or a Fire God, that's all very lovely and all so very very Sunday School that it's sappy. This is not a passage about God, but about how long it took Elijah to just shut up and listen.
Tonight I came home to a quiet house and was doing a spot of listening to that still small voice. I was having a fruitful time doing business with God amidst the total and utter crud that was my last 24 hours upon planet Earth. As the night wore on, the quiet unbroken silence turned into quiet broken silence as the rain came in, and completely destroyed silence as guitars were played in the front room.
Secretly I seethed - God was not in the guitars?
The point to all of this is that a little while ago, a storm rolled in and made the sounds of guitars pale in insignificance as the sounds of one million watts of electricity split the night with a crack. Was God in the lightning?
Now that everyone has gone to bed and all is quiet again, that still small voice returned - business finished. I took the time to just shut up and listen.
One Word Weather With Nelson Mandela
And all the roads are shiny too.