Is it the spectacular or is it the common that we find our deepest moments in our faith? Which has greater impact? Was it the words that Christ spoke with compassion or was it the miracles that burst forth from his God/powered interactions with people and situations that truly brought people to belief? Was it not both? At times it was not the spectacular but the quiet and the smallest of moments. At times the gentle words of Jesus nudged people to believe in him and at other times the unbelievable was hardly noticed, much less acknowledged even though the miracle might have echoed as a witness of God’s power in the Son. Sometimes the teaching words of Jesus were sneered at and yet a miracle brought change to the very lives of those who experienced its wonder even as they could hardly believe what had just happened to them. Impact and influence even during the ministry of Jesus the Savior seems to be unpredictable. Is it a matter of the hardness of the heart that negates the seeing the working of God? Sometimes God doesn't have to do mighty works to speak to us, we just have to listen.
For a week or so, I had been praying to be in the right place at the right time for God's power to be evident. On a cold morning on one of the first few days of November, I had awoken with a start at 4:30 A.M., eyes wide open, with a distinctive earnestness; desiring on this day to be in the right place at the right time for God to use me.
Just a few hours later, this earlier prayer was even again on my lips, as a cloud of steam appeared on the side of the highway just ahead of me. As I got closer, the car from which the steam was rising up from was now beginning to burn. Bight orange flames were beginning to appear around the bottom of the engine, ugly black smoke began to billow upward. I came to a stop and realized there was a man was still sitting in the car. I jumped out and ran up to the side window and told the man that he needed to exit the car quickly. He stated, "It’s not that bad, it is only a blown head gasket."
"No, no, your car is on fire," I exclaimed. Moving slowly, he hesitantly began to leave the car, but he also wanted to go around to the front and look under the hood. “Sir, we have to get out of here and there isn’t time to stand around,” I nervously tried with my words and hands to get him to move away from the fiery danger. Finally he listened to my words and we slowly we moved back from this heart pounding scenario ... first about 20 feet and then further back to about fifty feet away from the ever increasing fire. The flames began to grow ever hotter and higher and soon the car was a large fireball. I hurriedly dailed the fire department and they said they were on their way. The tires began to blow off like bombs and soon after this, his wife came driving up. She thanked me and said to me, “My husband has suffered some strokes and moves sorta slow” before telling her husband to get in her car. Afterwards she slowly moved further down the road. Now the spectacle became a reproduction of a movie set with cars stopping all along the road, sheriff sirens and neck straining drivers coming dangerously close to causing additional accidents as they strained to look at the event in full production.
After a few more minutes the sheriff said to me, "You are free to go" and I shook the old man’s hand. He smiled and said, “Thanks so very much, I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn't come along.” I turned and walked away taking some deep deliberate breaths, which I hadn't noticed I had needed until that moment. I sat for a few minutes in my truck and wondered about God’s powerful hand in this fiery encounter.
At the end of the day as I was falling off to sleep, a simple thought broke through, as I thought about the events of the day. A small voice came to me. God impressed this thought upon me ... He was there in the spectacular but he was also with me in the many moments during the day when I did not even sense Him. He was there in the directed words that I spoke to the old man in danger and He was there in the countless other words that I had spoken to different people I encountered throughout this same day. It should not have taken a revelation in a fire for me to understand anew, God's reveals Himself in mighty power but His small voice might speak of bigger things for those that will listen. After all ... He created the universe and He can move mountains but He can also speak in the smallest of words directed to a tender heart. I know what happened in the fiery scene earlier in the day but I don’t really know what He did with my words spoken throughout the rest of the day. The crux of the matter remains ... God is God and we need to let Him be God. Whether He moves in the common or the spectacular is not really to be argued as to importance but we are simply to delight in the involvement of Him in our lives as His children. What a wonderful and humbling reality it is to realize, God is involved in all of the moments of our lives. He can and will use any of them to deliver His messages and show His glory. Fiery miraculous spectacles are impressive but the still small voice is just as important because it too, comes from God himself.
Dear God, help us to always listen and let our hearts be tender to you whether in the small or the spectacular. Help us never to miss the smallest of words from your voice because we are looking for a revelation in fire. Help us to simply seek you and be still and trusting as we wait for you.
In the name of Jesus our Lord, Amen.
"The Lord said, 'Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.' Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave" (I Kings 19:12 NIV).
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