Monday May 20, 2013
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.