Abundance and the Sound of the Shepherd

Kenny Roger’s voice still rings in my ears, circling like the grooves of the old 1970’s record player, “You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em.  Know when to fold ‘em. Know when to walk away, and know when to run.”  Song number two on my new album, “Reciprocate” is maybe a loose interpretation of “The Gambler.” 

We don’t talk much about discernment these days.  It’s sort of an old-fashioned virtue.  But being able to discern truth from fiction is an essential survival skill.  Learning to differentiate the trusted voices in our lives is important work.

When I put on one of Sara’s songs, her voice settles like an heirloom blanket wrapped around me.  As I hear her sing, I can believe in spite of whatever circumstances might be swirling around me that everything is gonna be ok. 

When my fiancé leaves me a message at dawn on Sunday morning before church, his voice supports me long-distance like an oak tree, with warmth and strength that holds a thousand rings inside it.  

And I can also remember my Dad’s voice in a moment a few years ago when he patted my shoulder and said, “You’d make one heck of a runner.”

The sound of a trusted voice has the power to speak something substantial into being.  The recognition in a trusted voice is like a song, like a familiar refrain. “In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God.”  (Jn. 1:1) There’s something mystical and holy about God being the word, speaking the word, and embodying the melodic voice that carries the word into our hearts and leads us on.

A bit later in John’s letter, Jesus tells his friends about the voice of the good Shepherd.  (John 10:10)  The sheep know his voice, they recognize it when he calls and they won’t listen to the voice of another Shepherd.  They are his.  They belong to him.  And by the sound of his voice, the sheep learn ‘when to walk away and when to run.’

When I think about God’s voice, and the power of his invitation to bring his sheep safely in and out of pasture, I think about abundance.  When I think about abundance, I think about this place I visited on a retreat out in Malibu, B.C. If you’ve ever seen the Young Life camp up there, there’s this breathtakingly beautiful mountain landscape stretching out in every direction. In the middle of the water, there’s a small island with pine trees, bald eagles nesting in the tops.  If you throw a rock out there in the water, as hard or as far as you can, it gets swallowed up in the landscape before you can exhale.  It is a picture of abundance. 

Abundance is freedom and beauty so vast that it swallows up any small attempts of sabotage or violence or failure.  And we all know firsthand that the darkness of this world is intense.  But in the landscape of God’s abundance, the darkness is no match for his mighty power.  That darkness is like a rock hurled into the water, it makes a sound but then is quickly forgotten, swallowed up by a greater beauty.  Beauty wins. Love wins. This is the economy of grace. 

In the quiet questions, I’m praying that God would impress upon us the sound of his own voice, that we would become so familiar with it that we could distinguish the smooth talk of the enemy from the rich comforting voice of our Shepherd.

Suggestion for Prayer:  Close your eyes for a second and read this excerpt from John 10 (Message). Imagine the voice of the Shepherd.  What does he sound like?  What words does he say as he invites you out into the pasture in the morning and back in again for safety at the end of the day?  How might you consider the ways his abundance can swallow up the darkness in your life?    

“The gatekeeper opens the gate [and the sheep] recognize his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he gets them all out, he leads them and they follow because they are familiar with his voice. They won’t follow a stranger’s voice but will scatter because they aren’t used to the sound of it.” 

Listen to track 2, Reciprocate, from Sandra’s new album, Songs From The Valley. Available now digitally HERE.