The Still Small Voice
“Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.” 1 Kings 19:11-13
There was excitement, loudness, power, and enormity in the first things, but Elijah didn’t go out during these. He waited. Then there was a gentle whisper. Too many times I’ve been deafened by the wind and the earthquakes and blinded by the fires of emotional worship. I was told these were God, and I sought them. And in the process, I missed the small, gentle whisper, which-though quiet and still and… almost common compared with the other things-was the most amazing, wonderful part, and the closest to God of all.