One of my favorite passages of Scripture is 1 Kings chapter 19. It is the story of Elijah when he was fleeing for his life from Jezebel the evil queen of Israel. He was exhausted and felt alone believing all the other children of Israel had turned their back on God. After he makes his declaration to God and asks of Him to take his life, God tells him to go stand on mount Horeb. There as the LORD passes by there is wind so strong it tears the mountains, then an earthquake, and then a fire but the LORD was not in any of these. After all these had passed, a still small voice followed which Elijah recognized as God. It was only then did he find the strength to continue on.
How many times have we all felt as Elijah did? I know I have more times than I care to remember. But what I care to remember even less is just how often I was in that place because I chose to ignore the still small voice that was whispering to me. You know the one I’m talking about. The one that when it tells you what you want to hear, you like, and when it tells you what you don’t want to hear, you dismiss. Some call this voice intuition, others instinct, still others gut reaction but call it what you will it still boils down to the voice of God attempting to gently guide you down the path He would have you take. This applies to matters both big as well as small; no area of life is off-limits.
Years ago when I was managing the horse boarding stable, I would run to town to get lunch every day. One morning, a couple of hours before lunch, I started to get this nagging feeling that if I went to town something bad was going to happen. I dismissed the thought thinking I was just being silly or I was overly tired, but the more I ignored it, the more intense the feeling got. Lunch time finally came and while I more uneasy than ever, I was determined to go. I thought if I give into what I perceived as irrational fear once, I would make a habit of it. I headed to town taking my usual back roads route in which it was highly unusual to meet another vehicle. After I had made it about a half mile from the stable, a little Saturn came around a curve way to fast, lost control and hit me smack dab in the middle of my driver’s side door. To illustrate how fast he was driving, I was in a one ton extended cab dual wheel pick up truck and he pushed the truck on the passenger side into a tree leaving emergency responders no choice but to cut me out of the vehicle. I had just six months previous had surgery to reconstruct my left collar-bone and the impact was hard enough that it was necessary for one of the plates to be removed and replaced. It goes without saying that the truck was a total loss and I thought many times if I had only paid attention.
I learned a valuable lesson that day and I would like to tell you that I have never ignored the still small voice of God again, but that would not be honest. I will tell you that I have gotten much better at both listening and paying attention as I have gotten older.
Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your loved ones safe.