1 Kings 17:1-6; Luke 12:22-32)
Sometimes I just want to hide . . .
Sometimes the Valley is too much, too hard, too real . . .
and I’m too tired, too fragile, too anxious.
I want to hide from it all – go to sleep and wake up somewhere else.
Can you relate?
Scripture tells us that God is our hiding place, but what does that even mean?
Do you picture . . .
a tree fort?
a storm cellar?
a secret room?
It’s better than these. Picture this:
The Old Testament prophet Elijah is given the unenviable task of delivering an unwelcome message from the Lord to the wicked King Ahab of Israel:
“There is going to be a severe drought in the land, King Ahab. You won’t taste a drop of rain or a droplet of dew for years. There are many thirsty days ahead.”
No doubt, this prophecy is not well-received. A drought is not good news. Yikes, Elijah!
“Leave this place. Travel east and hide,” God instructs Elijah.
Hide from Ahab.
Hide from the drought.
Hide by the Cherith Brook.
“The brook will refresh you with its cool water. In the mornings the ravens will wake you with breakfast. In the evenings they will revive you with dinner. From sunrise to sunrise and from sunset to sunset, you will be satisfied.”
Elijah does just what the Lord instructs. He arrives at the brook and camps there beside it.
The brook gurgles and bubbles gentle, rhythmic, thirst-quenching music.
Wing-delivered picnics might feel unsettling at first, but there is no need for alarm.
Ravens are unusually intelligent. They excel at problem-solving, planning, and playing. They even make their own toys. Really.
Their voices are clear, deep, and distinct: Prruk, Prruk, Prruk
It doesn’t take long to become accustomed to their arrivals and deliveries.
Do you hear Elijah’s belly rumble in anticipation when their Prruk, Prruk, Prruk-ing draws near?
Do you hear his quiet chuckle when their playfulness amuses and delights?
What a picture.
What a hiding place.
What a soothing, enchanting oasis for the tired, fragile, anxious soul.
Turning to His disciples to assure them that God knows about and will provide for their needs, I wonder if Jesus’ thoughts transport Him to Elijah’s hiding place and the precious ravens.
“Consider the ravens. Look up. Watch them soar. God takes care of them. They are precious to Him, but you are much more precious.”
You are precious to God.
He knows your needs.
He knows when you are tired, fragile, and anxious.
He knows when you need a hiding place.
Step into God’s presence and His promises.
This is your hiding place;
your shelter of provision;
your oasis of refreshment.
The brook is gurgling its gentle music. The ravens are singing their Prruk, Prruk, Prruk song.
Make camp and be revived.
See you next week.