Loving whatever captured their hopes and dreams instead of placing their faith in the One.
The One who parted the waters.
Led by cloud at day, fire by night.
Brought victory again and again.
Gave them a king after God’s own heart.
Spiritual infidelity spread through His people and they followed the god du jour with a small “g.”
Elijah warned; they ignored.
Then came the showdown.
But first the question: “How long will you waver between two opinions?”
And the people said nothing.
Elijah gave Baal’s prophets every advantage. Their god, after all, was the god of fire. It was 450 prophets of Baal to one man of God. They even went first.
The prophets of Baal cried out. And their god (with a small “g”) said nothing, did nothing.
So the prophet of God called the people to Him. He repaired the altar using 12 stones to represent all 12 tribes. Israel, though divided now, was to see themselves as one before God. In faith, he called for four jars of precious water to douse the wood.
Then he prayed: “…so these people will know that…You are turning their hearts back again.”
And the fire fell.
And the people cried out, proclaiming, “The LORD – he is God!”
When I wander, Lord, capture my faith, my heart, my focus.
Help me to see those miracles wrought only by your hand, Your work in the world and the hearts around me.
The firefall of every day.
I'm linking up with Laura, Michelle, and Jen today.
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7 comments:
May we all keep our hearts open to the fire. Beautiful, thought-provoking post. Thank you.
I hesitate to say that you wrote about this encounter better than the original author, but you certainly provided a depth, conviction and beauty to this passage that moves me, Laura Lee. I want the prayer you prayed as well, "to see those miracles wrought by Your hand ..." Indeed fire did fall and it falls every day, if I will just look around and treasure it. So inspiring, my friend!
Such a powerful story. I like Beth's comment, too! :)
Miracles Wrought by the master's hand. Beautiful!
Looking to the One true God - the God of miracles.
Stopping by from SDG.
Blessings,
Joan
Amen, Laura. Amen.
One of my favorite stories from the Bible (I know, I say that every time). And I agree with Beth--you tell it so well!
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