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I am going to be honest. Blunt.
I have been feeling tired. Tired of people. Tired of what they talk about. What they listen to. How they act. The meaninglessness of what they spend their time on.
As I was wading through this pit of (despair, would you call it?) I was given a beautiful breeze of refreshment.
My pastor gave a sermon. And my spirit sang at the good news.
"I ask then: Did God reject his people? By no means!"
Romans 11:1
Did you hear that? A small voice floated around trying to capture my attention. He has not rejected...
Yes, I heard. God has not rejected His people. And I am one of His. But still...
My pastor asked us to turn to a different part of the Bible. 1 Kings 19. Elijah was fleeing.
"He came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. 'I have had enough LORD,' he said. 'Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors."
He was in despair. Done. He was finished. Quitting.
I'm with you Elijah. I am done. Finished. Quitting.
"And the word of the LORD came to him: "What are you doing here, Elijah?" He replied, "I have been very zealous for the LORD God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, broken down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too."
This seems so familiar to me. I get this kind of despair Elijah.
