I’ve been facing a lot of spiritual warfare over the past week. For example, I was up until 2 a.m. last night being hammered with questions about my faith by a hurt, angry acquaintance who wanted to pick a fight with a Christian. I was the lucky one chosen to be attacked with questions no one can answer this side of heaven – the kind of questions that have to be surrendered, taken purely on faith in God’s character.
I was shaken by the conversation – his vehement, hateful accusations and absolute lack of faith. I was disturbed by his diametrically opposed determination to have everything be proven or, oscillating to the other extreme, his insistence that there is relative truth based on experiential knowledge.
Fortunately, I have a lot of loving, supportive, solid Christian friends who prayed with me and for me this morning, driving away the spiritual darkness I felt overtaking me. We truly were created for fellowship and community.
And then tonight was my weekly bible study with sweet, dear friends who fill me with love, joy and peace; light and life. Around 11 p.m. as I pulled into my apartment’s parking garage after bible study, I silently groaned to myself about the fact that I would surely have to park on the rooftop of our monstrosity of a parking garage. I offered up a silent prayer, “Please, God, let there be a place for me.”
Just then, I rounded the curve to the second floor – the level my apartment is on – and saw an Expedition pulling out. What?! No one is ever leaving their spot at this hour! But there it was, a spot prepared in advance, just for me. God is in the little things, and He hears even the most simplistic and mundane of prayers. God is the gentle whisper.
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. -1 Kings 19:11-12