In the 17th chapter
of 1 Kings, Elijah encounters a woman that is basically starving from the
drought that Elijah spoke into place at the will of God. We get a glimpse of
God’s miraculous power as he provides continuous food for Elijah, this woman,
and the woman’s son with what looked to be a tiny amount of flower and only a
small splash of oil. The ingredients were so small to begin with that the woman
had expected to make one last small meal and then die of starvation with her
son. Yet, they ate on it for days. Later in chapter 17, the woman’s son got
sick and eventually died. The woman returned to Elijah…in what appears to be
anger…and says the words above in verse 18. Resting in the seat of the Monday
Morning QB, I find it is easy for me to shake my head at this woman for her
actions. Elijah is acting on behalf of God and here she is getting angry at him
because her son has died. I get the sense that she might even be mocking him
with the “man of God” reference. I can think “foolish lady” as if
somehow I am immune from this type of behavior. Then I recall the other day…and
last week…and even a month ago, when I was acting in a similar manner towards
God. When something “goes south” in my life, the devil sneaks into the scene
and starts convincing me that it’s somehow God’s fault…and that I am justified
in shaking a fist at God for the mess I am in. When things are back to normal
and all is well, shaking a fist at God seems like an absolutely terrifying place
to be…yet at times, in the heat of battle, it seems justifiable and
appropriate. How foolish I am. I am thankful today that God doesn’t hold my
foolish behavior against me…that through Christ, it’s as if God says “I know
you have been a fool , but I still love you and still welcome you into my
presence.” I am sometimes overwhelmed by the incredible gift of Jesus…the way
it erases all wrongs when logically there is NO reason why the wrongs should be
erased. When we deserve nothing but to be thrown out with the trash, we are
welcomed back into the kingdom with open arms. I pray that I would keep the
realization of this incredible gift fresh in my mind the next time I get the
urge to shake my fist heavenward…and choose to keep my hands in my pockets. To
God be the glory!
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