Let’s get this song out of the way, shall we? I have been reading about Elijah in the book of Kings-and that was supposed to be my “Elijah” song. So, after realizing that I have been singing my heart out to the wrong lyrics for twenty years, I just said, screw it, use it.
I have been doing quite a bit of bible-dipping (a technique I picked up from the book Running With Scissors-a book I highly recommend) in which you pray about an issue in your life, or, like me-pray for what Jesus wants me to know this day. I flip through the pages of my bible, and let’s just say-99.9 percent of the time, he gives me the exact wisdom I need at that exact moment in time.
So, anyway, I was reading about Elijah, and I came upon a bio on his life and ministry. The words that caught my breath were these: Elijah was sent to confront, not comfort. Elijah spoke God’s words to a king who often rejected his message because of the messenger.
Elijah chose to carry out his ministry to God by himself, and as a result he was often misunderstood by his peers. His one mistake was not to trust others. This is where it gets good peeps, after the miracle of Elijah defeating the prophets of Baal, Queen Jezebel threatened to kill him. He felt afraid, depressed and abandoned.
Holy crap on a cracker that spoke to me. Goosebumps when the aha moment struck. I have been in situations (stories to come) that no one finds themselves in, mostly jobs, sometimes churches….where I am left burning bridges for opening my mouth. I have been fired for standing up for some injustice or another, more than twenty times. No exaggeration. And each and every time I found myself in an unholy war? It never sunk in. God was working in those scenarios, mostly at my expense, (I totally get his sense of humor) by using me to open my huge mug and cause absolute chaos (was never a small thing, and always involved a major life transformation. I can look back now and laugh, but some of the crap I went through? Jesus mighty it was a three ring circus….for twenty plus years.
Everything makes sense now. It truly does. I am a modern day Elijah. Who would have thunk?