we can listen to God by being obedient to his word the bible ,and then by doing this we can have a better relationship with God , and we can be his friend because we have listened to him
I'm sorry I wasn't clear. Reading the Bible, is like reading a history book. Interesting, but there are lots of books out there on people's perception of history. Then I tuck the bits of information I gathered from the pages and go on with life.
Where the Bible comes to life, is when God begins to act within an individual's life. There are times when we don't have access to a Bible, and some of us do not like to memorize passages to route. We just like knowing what was written. God, however, makes Himself known to some (maybe all) personally, once the door is open (even just a crack).
Many many times, I've heard stories of people who have heard or read the Word of God, and thought it interesting. But the fire inside did not catch until they had a situation they could not handle alone, and remembering what they heard or read about God and the scriptures, stated "If you are real God, please let me know, because I'm in a pickle and don't know how to get out of it."
This is the communication I'm talking about. When God nods and says "ok, here I come"...
Here is a good one. Three weeks ago, I was coming up the ravine road from my home to the main road (it is a mile and a half of one lane private drive, gravel drive), on my motorcycle. The speed limit should be 5 mph, since it is a private road and single lane, but I was moving at 25 MPH (dumm but the truth). As I came round a curve, there was the neighbor's sister's minivan coming at me (also at about 25 MPH).
Now even though I've been riding for a quarter century, there are just some things that can't be negotiated, like street motorcycles in evasive manuevers on gravel roads and speed. Impact was immenent, and at 50 MPH (her combined speed and mine). I knew it, and she knew it. I locked up the rear brake and fishtailed broad side of her van, and she still came at me. I had time for a quick "God, I'm screwed, unless you help".
Next thing I know I'm swinging the back end of the bike out and away from her van, and then...going BACKWARDS on a motorcycle parallel to her driver's side, at 20 MPH! She locked up her brakes too, but her van stopped over the gravel skid, where I'd started (we noticed later). Anyway, I'm not doing Evel Kneivel so, I layed my bike down and slid off the road (my foot was stuck under the bike, so I couldn't push free). After sliding 30 feet and missing two oak trees (went right between them), everything went still.
I'm looking up at the forest canopy, and I'm thinking, "JEEZUS Thanks, that was close", followed by "WHAT A RUSH!".
The neighbor's sister came running up, and asked if I was hurt..."Only my pride, Ma'am", I murmured. She then asked if she could help me with the bike, and that's when I realized the half my lower leg was pinned under the engine casing.
But she is a frail human (health wise), and I said no thank you, just stand by while I figured something out (I had to negotiate 600 lbs of motorcycle, off my leg).
Ready for this? I couldn't get the bike off my leg, the leverage was wrong. She was about to use her cell phone to call for help, when I asked her if there was a long thick branch anywhere? She said, yes, when I hit the tree, one fell down...(but I never hit a tree). She dragged it over, and it was a pretty big dead wood branch. I used it to lift the bike a few inches and pulled my leg out. Then I looked at the bike - no damage, not even a scrape on the metal. No damage to my clothes, nor to my helmet. Only a gouge in the gravel where I slid and then fell and slid on my side. And looking at the path my bike and I took on our sides, I should have hit the tree. But I hit no tree. But she says I hit the tree...
How long did all this take? Less than 5 seconds, from start to finish (as the accident goes).
In hind sight (upon reflection), I heard someone tell me to let off the back brake, which put me straight up with the van but in momentum, then heard apply back brake again, which swung my bike's back end around the van like a ballerina spinning around her partner. Going backwards, I couldn't lean right, as I would fall into the van's side, so I leaned left and dropped the bike, and slid for quite a few feet.
She says I hit the tree, but I didn't touch a tree...I went right between them.
why is this all strange. Any good biker knows once you commit to braking, you do not stop, else you throw yourself from a bike...usually into a windshield. Second, no damage to bike or van or people or clothing. Third, no one goes backwards on a motorcycle...unless being held up. Yet that is what happened. And I was told what to do, as I needed to do it. Lock up, clear, lock up, clear, lay down, hold on...
And I remember hearing myself saying in my helmet, ok, ok, ok, ok. I wasn't saying "ok", to me! I was never taught such maneuvers, on a street bike. And using back brakes on gravel is a controled (STIC) crash, not stopping.
More like blunted impact.
No, God talks to us, when we least expect Him to, and when we most need Him to. That does not mean reading the words on the papers of the Bible.
If God was no where else but on paper...I'd want nothing to do with a Paper god. When He takes an active role in my life...that's the God I want to follow, and want to know.
I'm convinced, that I am actively being looked after, despite my stupidity. And He talks to me. That gives me a very positive outlook on life.