Hearing God's Voice.(Review)

ONE OF MY most poignant memories of hearing God speak occurred on the day my father died. One week earlier, he'd had a massive heart attack. I was told his condition was serious, so I flew to Cleveland to be by his side.

One night, I was alone with my father at the hospital, watching television, laughing, and relishing our time together. I asked Dad if I could pray with him before I left for the night, and as we folded our hands together, I asked God to be near my dad, to help him not be afraid.

When I was done praying, I left the room as the night nurse prepared Dad for sleep. As I walked down the hallway, I heard my father ask the nurse, "Did you hear that …