The voice of the Lord

If you are in hotel room with a TV, trawling the stations in their tens and twenties, past all the reality, the fantasy, the news and views, fashion and sales, passion and sport, occasionally you get a moment.

I had one the other night, coming across a show that might have been called “The Face of God”. Or it should have been.

On it were people describing their first-hand encounters with the Lord. One woman was talking about how Jesus had come to her twice while she showered, and thus – because of the mists over the glass shower-screen – she could not exactly make out all of His features, but yet she was certain that it was He.

She was so certain that she was afraid that opening the shower door, or any other critical alteration in the situation, might cause Him to abandon her. So she simply continued her shower and listened to Him as He spoke to her.

What He spoke was evidently very reassuring although she couldn’t remember any of the things that He said, which is what people say about meeting the Queen of England.

‘What did his voice sound like?’ Asked the interviewer.

‘It was very soft’, the woman said, ‘but very strong and powerful.’

‘Can you explain it in any more detail?’

‘Um.’ She said, passing her tongue over her lip-sticked lips. ‘It was a bit like the voice that narrators have on PBS Nature documentaries.’