Ever find yourself up way too late because you slept in, because you drove for 13 hours the day before, because you visited family in another state, because you moved to Georgia after the World Race, because you wanted to start your dream, because that’s what God put on your heart, because that’s what He walked you through hell to accomplish? No? Too specific?
Basically, I’m up way too late because I’m accomplishing God’s purpose.
I am where I am, doing what I can with what I have.
It’s an absolutely imperfect and incomplete scenario, filled with late nights fighting sleep, early mornings fighting for sleep, nausea, awkwardness, free candy, blog reading, unwillingness, and bouts of undivided passion.
I am getting my ‘in part’ here on earth. It’s not heaven, folks.
I read today in 1 Kings (of course) about Elijah making the pagan peeps cut up a bull and ask their gods to light it on fire for them.
It’s kind of ridiculous. They sat around for a whole day (these people were obviously unemployed… or they worked for a really chill nonprofit?) yelling at this bull, dancing around it, praying to their gods, cutting themselves, etc. It probably looked a lot like a Lady Gaga video. And all for nothing. Elijah being the snarky prophet that he was, told them that maybe their god was deep in thought, or busy, or traveling, or asleep.
Then it was Elijah’s turn to have his God light his bull on fire, obviously.
Twist of events, he had the pagan peeps drench his altar/bull/wood with water. Jars and jars and jars of water.
I’m sure the equivalent of boy scouts back then were super confused. That’s not how you light anything on fire, Elijah. You’re making extra work for your fire God, throwing off the chemistry, broseph.
Elijah was pretty crazy though. He realized that the true God can light up drenched altars. He had so much water poured on the thing.
Answer me, O LORD, answer me, so these people will know that you, O LORD, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again.
1 Kings 18:37
The rest is history. Fire. Bam. Even the water evaporated. He legit set fire to the rain, before Adele sang about it.
Sometimes I feel like life is just pouring more and more water on my altar.
Like it all doesn’t already seem improbable, and one more jar gets poured on. Tonight, I am soaked. I should be asleep by now, obviously. I shouldn’t be eating ‘fun’ size snickers, or still wearing my glasses, or typing at all.
But I think God wants it to be just so. The more jars get poured on, the more glory He’ll get for the fire He brings.
This lowly thing, this life of mine, will be a big sign that He’s doing work in hearts of people, that He’s turning their hearts back again.
It isn’t the same if my altar is dry.
On nights like this, I can look at my unlikely scenarios and chuckle.
Go ahead, life, pour more water.
My God will bring the fire.
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