God doesn’t talk to me in an audible voice because God isn’t a human; He’s God. That makes sense to me because human beings are limited and God isn’t limited at all. He can communicate to us in any way He wants to anytime he wants to. Through flowers, other people, an uncomfortable sense, a feeling of joy, goose bumps, a newfound talent, or an appreciation we acquire over time. It doesn’t need to be a big mystical thing.
I haven’t seen a combination of tree limbs that looked like John the Baptist or a cloud formation resembling Jesus. Honestly, they look just like branches and clouds to me. But I do see the beauty in them and the beauty that’s everywhere, that God made for me and you. I especially see evidence of God in other people’s lives. What’s beautiful about them always looks an awful lot like God to me. I wonder if the people listening for voices or looking for cloud shapes miss the whisper of God’s creation, somehow thinking it’s a lesser form of communication, like a text message rather than a whole book on tape.
It could just be me, but in all of this and despite what feels like a handicap at times, I can almost read His lips inaudibly saying to me, “I love you this much.”
tbh i wanted to cry in mircobio when my prof explained how white colonists would purposely give smallpox infected blankets to native americans under the pre-tense that they were helping them
While the effect of Europeans on the native peoples of the Americas, the purposful giving of smallpox blankets is not completely proven because it assumes that the Europeans had an understanding of how germs and diseases work. Germ theory had only just come into fruition when Girolamo Fracastoro presented that idea of germs in 1546. Therefore it would be highly unlikely that soldiers in the early 1500s knew that their blankets carried smallpox germs and could be used to eradicate the native populations.