I often find myself feeling jealous of the Old Testament people. Not that I’d like their nomadic life. Or lack of indoor plumbing. They can have that stuff. What I really covet are the very clear signs of God’s presence in his prophets and in his miracles.
Imagine seeing lightening come down and light a bonfire for Elijah. The prophets of Baal had already busied themselves with hopping around their altar, inviting their god to light their pile of wood. Hopping, praying, chanting, cutting their skin, all useless. Elijah steps up, dousing his altar with water with dramatic flair, making it even ‘harder’ for God. Ha.
Fire came immediately from heaven to torch the soggy wood.
Noah build an ark with plans given to him by God himself. Right from His own specific directions. That’s pretty amazing right there. But then imagine seeing this ark assembled, loaded with animals of every kind, followed by a flood that covered the earth.
Who could deny that God was at work?
In our modern times, the voice of God doesn’t seem to boom for His prophets to hear. Dry bones don’t rise and assemble themselves. (Ezekiel 34) Hands don’t appear and write on castle walls. (Daniel 5) But it sure would be nice to have such clear signs from God, wouldn’t it?
When my husband and I were looking for our first house, we knew where we wanted to live. It was an old, established suburb that was on the high end of our price range. There were such great schools, beautiful parks and a thriving shopping district too.
The first house I liked was sold before my husband could get home from work to see it.
The next house we were shown had a full-scale bar in the living room. Mirrored glass on the wall, gleaming oak bar with tall barstools…the whole nine yards. I love me a glass of wine now and again, but who wants a Cheers set in their living room?
Why weren’t we finding anything in the city we liked?
Finally, we looked in another suburb, and found our house. Perfect price in a perfect location, lots of young families in the neighborhood, and best of all, NO BAR!
Looking back… I guess God’s voice was pretty clear.
I think one of the biggest challenges I have, as a ‘non-Old Testament-person’ is appreciating the subtle ways that God speaks now. He doesn’t hurl lightening, but instead whispers through me, the people around me, and in my life circumstances.
It’s easy for me to wonder how the Pharaoh could miss the communique from God, given through Moses. All those bloody rivers, swarming frogs, locusts and bugs. Yikes. That wasn’t enough? Incredible, right?
Well, not really. How many times has it taken for me to ‘get the message’?
Dear Lord, how about we make a deal. You hold back the plagues, and I’ll keep trying to recognize you in the softer ways you speak. No more Jericho dreams for me. Instead, let’s agree to meet in a deserted place.
No fire. No bugs. Just your quiet voice and me.
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