Sometimes I feel like Elijah. I know God is far more powerful than the gods of this world--He and He alone makes the "Baals" of life foolish. He sucks the power of their influence up with a fire that can consume the ocean. I know this and I rely upon this. And then when I am weakened by the threatenings of life and I get weary and tired, God sends His sheltering vine to comfort me. And I, like Elijah, rely upon that temporary comfort and forget my woe for a while. Then God sends a worm to remove the shelter in which I've taken comfort. And I think, why did He bother to send the comfort only to remove it so soon? At times like these I find my mind void of words adequate to describe the majesty and wonder of God. I read His Word and cry out in my solace and hear the echo of my mind. Can God hear me? Why can I not hear even a whisper in the wind?
"Listen to my words, O Lord, give heed to my sighing and groaning. Hear the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to You do I pray." Psalm 5:1,2.
How dare I tell God to listen to my words! How dare I tell Him to heed my sighing and groaning! How dare I implore Him to give audience to the sound of my cry?
I dare because He has torn the veil that separates me from His presence. I dare because His Son has given me entrance to the Holy of Holies. I dare because He is my God. He is my King. And it is to Him and Him only that I pray and seek a word, a whisper, a nod from His throne. Do you need God to hear you? Through Jesus, you have every right to talk to Him. Will you exercise your right today? selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2008]