Lately I have wondered what it would have been like to sit on the sidelines and see this story unfold. To be someone who knew deeply who God was and to watch him display his love in such a grand way. To be someone who had doubts and had gotten caught up in others’ ideas and need a moment with the Lord to bring clarity and identity. Or to be someone who had no idea who this Lord was that everyone was coming for.
I wonder what that moment would have felt like. To listen to men who called themselves prophets calling for hours upon hours for Baal to show himself. Listening to them cry louder as the one prophet for the Lord taunted them. Was Baal sleeping, was Baal to busy for this moment, was Baal real?
If I was someone who knew God, would I have been brave enough to sit with Elijah and knowing the power of God was coming? If I was someone who had gotten caught up in the ideas of Baal would I start to waiver? If I was someone who needed the Lord would those moments strengthen my faith in God?
When Baal didn’t show up would the air be thick with questions and uncertainty as the one thing I had
placed my trust, faith and hope in had shown powerless in a day when power was needed the most? Would I have felt let down that the god I was looking for left me empty and fireless?
Then we would sit and watch Elijah rebuild, cut up, and pour water on the sacrifice…. and pour water on it again and then one more time. Not only was the offering wet but the wood was wet, and the trench was filled with water. Was his God big enough for this, was this God powerful enough for all this?
At the time of sacrifice, the prophet Elijah stepped forward and prayed: “Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that
I am your servant and have done all these things at your command. Answer me, Lord, answer me, so these people will know that you, Lord, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again.” Then the fire of the Lord fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench.” 1 Kings 18:36-38
Was God powerful enough for this? God is more powerful than this. Was God big enough for this? God is bigger than this. Where would we have gone from here? To our knees and to our faces. This moment would be perspective changing, it would be life changing, and it would be a moment we all remembered: the moment fire fell down.
There are times when we all find ourselves needing a fire to come in and reign in our lives–for the power of God to move in such a way that nothing else is an option. And God’s power is more than enough for us. At these times Christ is needed and Christ is found. My prayer is that wherever we find ourselves today, we would know we are loved by the One who can rain fire down on whatever we are battling.
About the Writer:
Liz, just a girl who spends her days in seminary classes, spends her afternoons interning with First Baptist Dallas Women’s, spends her evenings with her friends laughing and challenging the definition of community to be something much deeper. If you need her you can probably find her watching Dancing with the Stars while on Pinterest, challenging the worldly norm of a 28 year old.