O let the Light, the Truth, the Light of my heart, not mine own darkness, speak unto me. I fell off into that, and became darkened; but even thence, even thence I loved Thee. I went astray, and remembered Thee. I heard Thy voice behind me, calling to me to return, and scarcely heard it, through the tumultuousness of the enemies of peace. And now, behold, I return in distress and panting after Thy fountain.
Augustine of Hippo, 354-430 AD, The Confessions of St. Augustine, Book XII, X (translated by E. B. Pusey, Barnes & Noble Books, 1999, pp. 289-290)
How do we distinguish the voice of God from the other voices calling us? How can we avoid being misled?
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