August 9, 2020 + The Tenth Sunday after Pentecost
1 Kings 19:9-18
9 At that place he came to a cave, and spent the night there. Then the word of the Lord came to him, saying, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” 10 He answered, “I have been very zealous for the Lord, the God of hosts; for the Israelites have forsaken your covenant, thrown down your altars, and killed your prophets with the sword. I alone am left, and they are seeking my life, to take it away.” 11 He said, “Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. 13 When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. Then there came a voice to him that said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
“Will I Know My Name”
I never stopped loving you, Long enough to make a change
I never stopped thinking of you, Along the narrow way
They can try and nail me down, But after being with you
I know you’ll always be around
When you were just a dream, I was a child
Now you’re a vision, My thoughts are running wild
Am I standing on Holy Ground, I feel the earth shake
But it never makes a sound
Waiting for a still small voice, Softer than a gentle breeze
Time runs like the wind, Magnifying everything it sees
Standing in a Hurricane, When the time is right
Will I know my name?
I often find myself waiting on a word from the Lord. In my prayers I ask for wisdom and guidance as I seek after the kingdom hoping to discover where my gifts and talents and my passion might make a difference. I wait, hoping for a word that will bringing meaning and purpose into my life. I wait, and I wait, and I wait …
In this week’s Old Testament lesson Elijah finds himself hiding in a cave waiting for a word from the Lord. God’s word does not come in a mighty wind, a great earthquake, nor a raging fire but rather unexpectedly in a still small voice.
I wonder if we miss God’s still small voice because we would prefer something more dramatic like a mighty wind? I wonder if we miss God’s still small voice because we wanted to experience something more significant like the shaking of the earth? I wonder if we miss God’s still small voice because we were expecting something more spectacular like a raging fire? This week we are reminded that God does have a word for each of us, a word that comes in a way that is unexpected, a word that can be gentle and soft in a world that is noisy and harsh, a word that is discovered when we slow down and let go of expectations, a word deep within us that is confirmed in a simple way outside of us, a word that comes to us in that still small voice.