When the Voice Sounds Right
Not sure if you have experienced this, but I have heard this said by my mentor, I have said it myself many times, and I have also seen it happen in my own life again and again. Whenever I speak on a certain topic or help someone, whether I step in voluntarily or someone comes to me asking for help, the very same thing seems to come back and test me.
I still remember one instance clearly. I had spoken about giving, and the very next day I found myself being tested on it. It was not about a large amount that I did not have. It was something small, something easy to overlook, something I could have justified and moved past.
And yet, that was the test.
As I was reading 1 Kings 13, I was reminded of that same pattern, but in a much deeper way.
The kingdom had already split into two. Jeroboam ruled the north, and Rehoboam ruled the south. Even though Jeroboam was made king by the people, he lived with a constant fear that their hearts might turn back. Out of that fear, he built two golden calves and rewrote their history, telling them that these were the gods who brought them out of Egypt.
Into that situation, God sends a man of God with a clear word. When the king tried to arrest him, his hand withered. The same man of God then prayed, and the king’s hand was restored. The altar was split apart, and the ashes were poured out, just as God had spoken. After all this, the king tried to draw him in. But the man of God refused, because he had received very specific instructions. He was not to eat, not to drink water, and not to return by the same way. He even said something that went beyond the moment, that even if he were given half the king’s house, he would not go in.
And then, he left.
Everything seemed aligned, until another voice entered the story.
An old prophet from the same region went after him, found him sitting under an oak tree, and invited him to come home and eat. The words sounded familiar, even spiritual. There was mention of an angel, a sense of authority, something that felt convincing.
And somewhere in that moment, something shifted. He went along with the prophet to eat and drink.
What struck me is this.
He was not persuaded by power nor by reward but by something that sounded spiritual.
That made me pause, because not everything that sounds spiritual is from God.
I remember an incident from our own lives. As a church, we had gone to a place for a gathering, and we met a man who introduced himself as a man of God. He began to speak into our lives, and the way he spoke was very compelling. It sounded accurate, almost as if he was seeing something real.
I still remember one specific thing he said. At that time, one of the women in our church was pregnant, and he said that she would give birth to a boy. It sounded confident. It sounded certain, but when the time came, every child born that year were girls.
Something can sound right, and yet not be true and that is what makes this passage so sobering.
The man of God who could refuse a king was led astray by a prophet. The instruction God had given him had not changed but he allowed another voice to reinterpret it.
And the story does not end there.
After he had eaten and drunk, he set out again. I felt the word drunk meant as if he did not stop at what was initially offered. What began as a small step outside the instruction slowly became something more. On the way, a lion met him and killed him. His body was left on the road, and yet something unusual happens.
The lion does not consume the body.
The donkey does not run away.
Both stood there next to the corpse.
It is almost as if the moment is being held still. Not random, not chaotic but intentional.
People who passed by saw it and told the old prophet. He came, took the body back, and buried him. And then he says something that feels both heavy and revealing, that when he dies, he wants to be buried next to him, because the word spoken by the man of God will surely come to pass.
As I sat with all of this, one thought stayed with me.
It is not enough to begin well. It is not enough to resist what is obviously wrong. It is not even enough to speak the truth. What matters is staying aligned with what God has already spoken.
Because alignment is not a one-time decision, it is something we hold on to, moment by moment.
Sometimes the shift does not happen in one big decision.
It begins in small places.
A conversation.
A suggestion.
A voice that sounds right.
And slowly, without realizing it, we begin to move away from what God originally said.
Sometimes the greatest danger is not the voice that is clearly wrong. It is the one that sounds right enough to make us let go of what we first heard. It is the same question that echoes from the beginning.
“Did God really say?”
And that leaves me with a question.
Am I still aligned with what God told me…or am I allowing other voices to slowly reshape it?
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