Mt Wellington Community Church


My smart phone is a marvellous gizmo - until it decides to pack a sad (which it does every few months); then I have to put it back to its factory settings - and spend a day rescuing my addresses out of the cloud. (Would that work better on a dismal day when the clouds are not all parked on the other side of the world?)

It got me thinking about our communication with God. That doesn't depend on a chain of manmade technologies all holding hands - no particular operating skill required by me, no hardware software combination (bent on playing up) in my pocket, no licence fees, no repeaters within range, no duplicate of my phone at the other end - and "God never leaves his phone behind"; so we don't have the problem that the prophets of Baal did on Mt Carmel (in 1 Kings 18 - look it up if you are not familiar with it).

They took the bull that was brought to them, prepared it, and prayed to Baal until noon. They shouted, "Answer us, Baal!" and kept dancing around the altar they had built. But no answer came. At noon Elijah started making fun of them: "Pray louder! He is a god! Maybe he is day-dreaming or relieving himself, or perhaps he's gone off on a trip! Or maybe he's sleeping, and you've got to wake him up!"

So the prophets prayed louder and cut themselves with knives and daggers, according to their ritual, until blood flowed. They kept on ranting and raving until the middle of the afternoon; but no answer came, not a sound was heard. ...

When it was time for the evening sacrifice, Elijah prayed: ...

The Lord immediately sent fire.

How often do we pray for fire?