As I was leaving Lidl this afternoon, the couple walking away to their car after returning the trolley were talking. They were speaking English, but the gentleman was clearly Italian. My best friend in my childhood, Scan, had Italian parents (Sicilian, actually) and that pattern of sounds and intonation is so familiar and characteristic. The pauses, even the enthusiasms and passions of being Italian, transform the way of delivering English, and make it Italian.
I could speak Ukrainian English just as well and easily.
God has a way of speaking English. It is shaped by his accent and personality. You know it is Him speaking. It rings true. Refreshing, challenging, a whisper that shouts life into your being. You become familiar with his voice. You get to trust the shepherd’s voice, and learn to recognise and see through the words of liars and thieves.
He speaks French, Hebrew and Lancashire in just the same way.
It is the language of grace, the language of love; it is the sound of the kingdom coming.
Listen and do.