Rain was forced horizontal by the raging wind as it beat against the mountainous rocks. Claps of thunder broke across the sky like cannonade in the night and the lightning split through the ominous clouds in indomitable purple streaks. The wind whipped through the mountain like a ravaging beast and hammered violently against the foliage, threatening to uproot its hold. A mighty tempest atop the mountain’s throne; but in this windstorm, God was not.
11 “Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the Lord told him. And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.” 1 Kings 19:11-14New Living Translation (NLT)
After the wind had come and gone, the earth began to tremble violently. The crust of the earth tore in opposite directions and the mighty mountain began to crumble. Grounded stones were disheveled and rocks were torn loose from their ancient holds. The great seism was unsurpassable in strength but even so, the Lord was not in this earthquake.
When the wind subsided and the earthquake receded, a magnificent fire arose in its wake. The unbounded flames hurdled every obstacle, incinerating all things caught in its inescapable path. What the flames did not scorch the radiating heat melted. The blaze came and went, leaving behind it a trace of blackened soot. But in the havoc that was the fire, God was not.
After the wind hushed, the earthquake ceased, and the fire dissipated, there was a silence. A calm swept over the mountain range. A breeze drifted tranquilly through the air and cooled the surrounding atmosphere. Then came a very subtle whisper in the distance. It was quiet, but unmistakable. It was definite and sharp, but compassionate and soft. It was so faintly spoken and yet so loudly heard. It was the most gentle of melodies.
The Lord, the giver of life and maker of all things was not in the mighty tempest. He was not in the trembling earthquake. He was not in the ravaging fire. The Lord was in the gentle whisper.
Don’t be mistaken, the Lord can use all avenues to speak to us His message. But often times we desperately search high and low for the home run word from God. We want Him to reveal Himself in writing on the wall and we want it immediately. But more often than not, the Lord chooses to speak to us through a gentle whisper. He speaks to us through a word from a friend, from a verse in scripture, a thought popped into your head, or through doors being closed.
Don’t seek God in the storm, earthquake, or fire. Instead, sit in silence and listen. Hear the gentle promises that the Lord speaks to you in a still, small voice.
“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” James 4:8
In response to Daily Post- Silence