There is something about the Biblical story of Elijah that strikes a chord deep within...coming down from an incredible display of supernatural and dynamic breakthrough, the prophet - a man like us, the Bible tells us - is suddenly overwhelmed at a threat decreed by one of his enemies:
Jezebel sent out a threat, a desire to tear him from limb to limb for what he had done to her kingdom of false gods. This woman, although powerful, was no match for the God who had been operating on Elijah's behalf... still, he is overwhelmed. He is tired. He has forgotten the miraculous and is drawn into the deep pit of reality; of present dangers and unfavorable circumstances; of threat and death and failure.
The man flees to the desert and is fed by an angel. For several days he sleeps. He is weak. Vulnerable. Depleted.... finally Elijah awakes and is met by the Lord who tucks him into a cleft in a rock and promises to show Himself.
First comes a mighty wind with a deafening roar; then the earth breaks open. Finally flames tear past with radiant heat. And then, at last a break.... the sound of something small.
First comes a mighty wind with a deafening roar; then the earth breaks open. Finally flames tear past with radiant heat. And then, at last a break.... the sound of something small.
Quiet.
Certain.
It is a gentle whisper and this is God....
It's a gentle whisper kind of evening and I am called away to a desert, a rock, to feed on the food of heaven and hear the quiet assurance of a gentle whisper... join me?
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