“I alone am left; and they seek to take my life”, cried the fear dreaded prophet.*
The infamous King Ahab reported to his wife everything the Prophet Elijah had done, including the massacre of the prophets of their false god Baal. Queen Jezebel called for the head of God’s servant, and now Elijah fled for dear life.
Under a lone broom bush is where he had made this cry.
While God actually had seven thousand men who still pledge allegiance to Him, Elijah felt left all alone.
Prior to this week of camp, I found myself in that mood swing. Then came Ryan. Ryan was a volunteer of a team who came from overseas to help run the day camp.
Tonight we shared our most cherished moments from camp. I shared about my first impression with Ryan.
Ryan galloped to me after I had finish sharing with my group. His smile was radiant and he brought a warm welcome with his cool, sweaty hands.
As we converse, I was being fed with fire. He struck me with his burning love for Jesus. It was natural and it was contagious. It felt like we had to be talking about the new Batman movie and not about God. But we were and we were both excited.
Awe threw me over when Ryan revealed that we we’re almost the same age (I am year older). I leaped in my spirit: “Wow, someone (near) my age and he shares my passion to serve Jesus!”
That’s when it hit me like an avalanche. Maybe the same way Elijah’s heart swelled with relief when he heard God’s report of the seven thousand faithful men who were with the prophet.
I’m not alone.
Sometimes it’s not a sermon that can reignite in us a refreshed zeal for Christ: sometimes, we just need to be fed with a fire from an active brother or sister in God’s family.
*1 Kings 19:10 NKJV