Voices on the Rooftop

I had kept to my custom of spending an occasional night on my rooftop muffled in my cloak. We who are old do not need so much sleep, and I could think and write in my head the pages I would write the next day. On one of those nights I heard the familiar Voice around me or in me, and He said, “Go to Gibeah.”

“Lord, what shall I do there? I am not needed and King Saul has not called me,” I murmured.

The Voice said, “Go to Gibeah.” And that was all.

One does not argue with the Lord and one does not ask again after such an answer. (From Samuel, Seer, by Gordon C. Krantz) Read more here.