I love sharing The Big God Story with children. I relish the opportunity when I get to help children learn of God’s love and His plan that He is continuing to work out. I love helping children understand something they’ve maybe always known, but now see it in a new way. Or take a concept and explore it deeper with them.
Kids kind of get that “a-ha” moment, just a slight shift in focus when things become clearer. Then sometimes, as I’m preparing a lesson, the Holy Spirit is teaching me something in a fresh new way.
Recently I was getting ready to share about the prophet Elijah. I honestly don’t remember learning of him as a child. I think the church I grew up in was Old Testament poor. I have since learned about Elijah and have often been with preschoolers when share about him. We usually focus on the offering the prophets of Baal placed out. They danced and chanted and prayed, but no god showed up.
Then Elijah offered up a sacrifice, first drenching all of it in water to prove a point. After praying to the one true God “The fire of the LORD fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench.” (1 Kings 18:38) Boom. That fast. God sure can act quick.
This lesson didn’t stop there though. It continued on with Elijah having to escape for his life. After killing the prophets of Baal, well, Baal wanted Elijah dead. So he ran and hid on Mt Horeb. This is the part I love. This is what I needed to hear that day when I was with the kids. Granted, I had read the lesson through several times and made all of my preparations. But it’s so different being on our little stage in front of kids and presenting it to them. It affected me differently. God affected me differently.
You see, when Elijah was hiding on Mt Horeb, he was tired and lonely. He had done all that God asked of him, yet here he was in a dark cave all alone. God showed himself in a great wind, in splitting rocks of an earthquake, and fire that came around the mountain in a huge display. Lots of chaos was around Elijah.
But God was not in the wind, the earthquake or the fire; He was in a still, small whisper that gently blew across Elijah.
This is where I’ve found myself lately. I feel like I’m in the dark on Mt Horeb, crying out, “God, I’m lonely and feel lost. I’m trying to do what you’ve called me to do, yet here I am”. There’s so much around me, but God isn’t in the activities and the stuff consuming my day and kaleidoscoping around me. He’s there in the whisper. The soft still voice.
“Nancy, I AM. I AM here, I AM with you, I AM working all of this out according to my perfect plan, I AM holding you in this, I AM who I AM and you are going to be fine. So be still, hear my whisper, hear my voice, and know that I AM God.”
A-ha. You’ve got me again. I’m sitting still and listening to the whisper.
Originally posted on Truministry