Title:
A Still, Small Voice
Author Note: It's a reaction to
"Two Cathedrals"… just because I think it deserves one
Written: June 2001
Josiah.
Your mother named you as a reminder. Have you forgotten the truth of your name? God helps.
You have always been destined for things far beyond everyone's imagination. I have created you with an amazing purpose and it's not finished yet.
I do not send the storms; but I do allow them. I allow them so that you would come out of them victorious. So that, after weathering the storm, you are more fully equipped to change the world.
I know you are angry with me. I know that you are hurting. Believe me, my child, I know. For I catch every tear you cry and I am longing to wipe them away; just ask me.
You have asked me for wisdom and I have granted it. I may not have granted it in ways you were expecting, but my hand has been upon you, Jed, and I will not let you fall. I have given you friends and advisors and loved ones who have insights into things that you don't. Listen to them and heed their wisdom, for they are just being my mouthpieces.
I did not bring you this far to let you fail, my child. I have plans for you, President Josiah Bartlet. They are plans to prosper you and not to harm you. They are plans to give you a hope and future. For I have created you in your mother's womb and I know your inmost parts. I know the number of hairs on your head and scars on your heart.
I have always loved you. Even before there was time, I delighted over you. Miracles and signs and wonders have not assured you of my love, I know, but it will remain constant and unconditional.
Do not get so caught up in the large stumbles that you forget the small steps. Delores Landingham taught you more about being a man than your father ever did; that's why I sent her into your life. Her mission was over, Jed, and it was time for her to come home. You can do this without her, I promise. For I will never leave you nor forsake you, until the end of the age. Not just the end of your administration, but until the very end of time.
I may not appear to you as a burning bush or a pillar of fire. My will may not be revealed as writing on the wall or an angel in a dream. It may not be as obvious as I know you would like it.
I come as a still, small voice, Josiah, and I am speaking. But I fear you are screaming too loud to listen anymore. I come as a voice in the wind, bringing forgiveness and mercy and love.
Be still and know that I am God, my son. Just be still.
