The prophet [Elijah] is constantly in search of God, and constantly surrendered to the movements of the Holy Spirit within him and without. He gives himself up, and that is his whole occupation. It is for God to dispose of him, to detain him in solitude or to send him thither and yon. Pere Marie-Eugene, … Continue reading
I am here, in the cave, where Moses saw glory. I am here but I will not again ask that he act. For my asking has met only silence. And so, I have run for my life. Wished God would take my life. Now stuck with my life. Though jealous for the LORD, the only one … Continue reading
This is part 2 in a growing little series. Part 1 is here and part 2 makes more sense when you’ve read part 1. ___________________________________________________ Somewhere between waking and sleeping, thoughts of Carmel fire and rain gave way to wildest of dreams. Out of nowhere, an angel. In the scream of his silence, I dream … Continue reading
A day’s journey into the wilderness. Not far enough. But I no longer run as to leave the chariot of Ahab in my wake. No. Now it is more a limp than a run. Jezebel’s voice dogs me. Tells me I’m done. And glories of fire falling, nation roaring, rain pouring, mean nothing in her … Continue reading
All that was despised and worthless they devoted to destruction. 1 Samuel 15:9 Hold on a moment. All that was despised? THAT was their offering of herem? No wonder Samuel came to set Saul straight. Such were my thoughts this morning. For God demanded that it would all be herem. Not just that which was … Continue reading
Can we talk? That’s usually how it begins. And next part almost always involves diary jigsaw. Often cutting a few existing pieces smaller so that this little piece fits. And then they show at the door, come sit on the chair, comment on how nice my office looks and how good it smells.* We have … Continue reading
It’s time, isn’t it, Dear One? To lose myself a bit more… GA Cochran. Funny, really, how words from a year back come flooding now into your heart. Funny how Spirit respeaks them when you thought you’d forgotten. It’s time, isn’t it, Dear One? And I’m flying round the M25, navigating the traffic, knowing that … Continue reading
My job is a beautiful combination of creativity and criticality. And admin. Don’t forget the admin. I am paid to have an opinion on a number of things and to share that opinion. Critical evaluation is my bread and butter. This week alone, I’ve poured about 5000 words into developmental comments for students on their … Continue reading
It is the silence of Cherith, in the end. Not the loneliness, though that hurts more than I expect. Not the sameness of its rocks nor the monotonous trickle of the wadi there. None of those things break me apart like the thickness of desert silence. For here I see my own emptiness, my own … Continue reading
Tonight I went to my first Christmas service this year. Admittedly, my tendency to drop out during evangelicalism’s peak seasons is well-embedded these days, mostly because I find the content gets, fairly regularly, submerged by the form. Or maybe just by the hype resulting from all of us trying that bit too hard to make … Continue reading
