Some of the people I knew in Washington were men and women of great probity and spiritual depth.  One by one, I told each about hearing the voice, and what I had been told.  One, a distinguished biologist, responded, “First of all, this is not weird.”  Nothing he could have said would have been a greater relief to me.  Another, a prominent author, said, first, “That’s great—now you know there is a God,” and then added, “You have had a Kierkegaard moment,” recalling that philosopher’s question, “If you encountered Jesus on the streets of Copenhagen, would you follow him?”

While there were also cautionary responses, no one seemed to think I was crazy or a fool to take the voice seriously.