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On Listening to God's Voice: Why and How




A great many times, I have spoken about an inner capacity we possess: the capacity to listen to God's voice.
It is the ability to discern His voice in the experiences of our daily lives.

But how is this possible? Aristotle, in the Nicomachean Ethics, highlights a profound insight at the very beginning of the work. Even as a non-Christian, Aristotle recognizes the existence of connections—threads that link the reality of this world (ἐν τῷ αἰῶνι τούτῳ, in isto saeculo) to a higher reality, the reality of the Good (which, in Christian terms, we understand as God):

πᾶσα τέχνη καὶ πᾶσα μέθοδος, ὁμοίως δὲ πρᾶξίς τε καὶ προαίρεσις, ἀγαθοῦ τινὸς ἐφίεσθαι δοκεῖ: διὸ καλῶς ἀπεφήναντο τἀγαθόν, οὗ πάντ᾽ ἐφίεται.
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“Every art and every method, and likewise every action and choice, seems to aim at some good; for this reason, they have well declared that the good is that at which all things aim.”

Therefore, we must follow these threads or structures that underlie every aspect of reality. In doing so, we will be led to a connection with God's voice.

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[1] Aristot. Nic. Eth. 1094a 1-3

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