Jesus Isn't Decaf (By Naomi Meyers)

Wary eyes met his as he issued the command to set up camp on the edge of the wilderness. It was to be expected. Moses had also noticed the side-eye he’d received when he led them toward the Red Sea. The people weren’t stupid. Generations of enslavement and hard labor hadn’t dulled their sense of direction. They knew there was another, closer route to take toward the promised land. So did Moses. So did God. God also knew His people. He knew their pain and suffering. He was acquainted with their grief. He understood the fragility of their faith. He fully comprehended that if He led them the close way, they would encounter pushback from the Philistines who inhabited that area. There would be war. And, in their current mindset, the people He had worked so diligently to free would throw up their hands and run back to Egypt in surrender again to slavery.

It would be difficult to blame them. The people had been through so much. Few had known freedom. Ever. Most were born into slavery. Many of the men had unknowingly faced death as infants at Pharaoh’s command. Only the faith and cunning of the Israelite midwives had spared their lives. They had all known hard labor. Fear. Punishment. Abuse. For decades they cried out to God for salvation. They had no proof He heard. Silence echoed from the heavens. God seemed uncaring. Uninterested. Unconcerned with their plight. And the people began to wonder if He had forgotten them, forgotten the covenant He had made with Abraham. He hadn’t. (Exodus 1:15-23; 2:23-24; 5:19-23)

Looking down on His people from His dwelling in the heavens, God saw the horror of their situation. He watched the forced labor, the beatings, the abuse. He felt their pain. His ears rang with their cries as they struggled and suffered. He knew they were exhausted. Physically. Spiritually. Emotionally. Broken spirits. Battered faith. Burned out confidence. Belief was at an all-time low. Trusting God seemed futile. He had done nothing to rescue them. They had no proof He ever would. They had been asking for a long time to no avail. As their circumstances worsened, their ability to hope and trust in God depleted. Yet, the circumstances that deprived them of hope and diminished their faith had no impact on God’s ability to act. When His people were too broken and downtrodden to believe He could or would rescue them, when all they could do was moan and cry out their affliction to God, when hope seemed gone and help was nowhere to be found, God acted. 

Into their pain and sorrow and brokenness, God sent Moses. Coming back from his 40-year hiatus in Midian, God sent him to stand up to Pharaoh and deliver the people of Israel. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be immediate. God was on a mission to show himself to the Egyptians. He wanted to reveal His glory and let them know who was God. He wanted to give them the opportunity to believe. For weeks, as God worked out His plan, the Israelites rode the roller coaster of Pharaoh’s broken promises of freedom. Plagues came in Egypt. Water became blood. Frogs descended. Hordes of gnats flew out of the ground. Flies infested everything. Livestock died. Boils infected. Hail pulverized the crops. Locusts ate what remained. Darkness covered the earth for three entire days. A lesser man would have relented, yet Pharaoh still tried to negotiate their exit strategy. He made promises he knew he’d never keep. The Israelites’ hopes were dashed so many times they could barely muster the strength to believe. Then the final plague came. (Exodus 6:2-9; 7:14-10:29)

The firstborn of every household would die. Everyone would be affected. Not just the land of Egypt. Everyone needed to paint their doorway with blood if they wanted to be spared. The Israelites were given specific instructions. What to wear. What to cook. What to pack. What to eat. And they needed to be ready to leave. There would be no time to make preparations later. They couldn’t run around collecting their clothing and throwing some bread in a bag for lunch. No. Their yeast-less dough should be in their mixing bowls and their households ready to travel. They were leaving. For real this time. God had spoken and He would make it happen. (Exodus 11-12)

For people so beleaguered by oppression and bondage, it must have taken every ounce of faith they could muster to follow the orders they were given. Kill the lamb. Paint the door frame. Cook the food. Mix the dough. Ready your household for travel. One wonders if the entire time they were following Moses’ commands, their minds were reeling with, “What if…” questions. What if God didn’t come through? What if they did all this and Pharaoh backed out again? What if they didn’t get out in time and some of them were held back by the Egyptians? What if they got out in the wilderness and died, abandoned and alone, when they could just live, even oppressed, in Egypt? What if everything failed? What if it all came to nothing? What if their faith was misplaced? What if, after traversing the obstacles of exiting Egypt, they ended up in an even worse situation?   

They didn’t really have a choice. They had to risk it. Now. Sucking in great, calming breaths, they stalwartly made ready. Bags were packed. Livestock were gathered. Dough was made. Blood was sprinkled. The meal was cooked and eaten. Their sandals were on their feet. Their walking sticks were in their hands. When Moses and Aaron issued the order to evacuate, they were ready. And God brought them out of the land of Egypt safely with their flocks and herds, the aged and little ones. He delivered them from evil. Not in the way they imagined He would. Not at the time they believed He should. And now, not even in the direction it seemed they should go. This wasn’t the quickest way to the promised land. They knew it. Moses knew it. Surely God knew it. So why were they taking the long way? Why were they heading through the wilderness toward the Red Sea? Was God really leading them out or was He leading them to their death? He had brought them out of Egypt, but was it time for them to take the wheel now that it seemed God had His wires crossed? (Exodus 12:29-40)

God wasn’t confused about where He was leading His people. At all. He simply knew His children. He knew how downtrodden they were. He knew their discouragement. He understood their emotional fragility. He was aware that their ability to face a new enemy would end in certain disaster. They were not in a place to fight back. In their current, vulnerable state, the first sign of trouble from the Philistines would have them tempted to run back to the alleged safety of Egypt. They had to go this way. In order to remove the temptation to turn back, God led them by a way they weren’t anticipating. A path they hadn’t considered. A course that would take them out of harm’s way until they were in a stronger spiritual and emotional space. God wasn’t about to lead them into temptation in the process of delivering them from evil. (Exodus 13:17-18)

He won’t do that to you either. Embattled as you are in the things that beat on your soul. Waiting as you are for God to keep the promise of doing something new in your life. Disheartened as you are when everything around you seems to be crumbling and you feel like you are constantly perched on the precipice of despair. Worried and anxious over your future, your job, your relationship, your child. Emotionally drained, physically exhausted, mentally numb due to your current circumstances. Questioning if God is even going to do that thing–whatever it is–He promised. Feeling like there has to be a better, faster, more efficient way to get to the good part of His promise, know this. God isn’t stalling. He isn’t waiting it out to see how long you can handle the panic and pressure. God is working out His plan in the way that is best for you. He is asking you to trust Him while He works. Then trust Him while He leads. Trust Him when the path He is taking you down isn’t the one you think is best. Remembering this. God will not lead you into temptation while delivering you from the evil. (James 1:13; Isaiah 43:16-19; I Corinthians 10:13; Psalm 23:3; 37:23)

Sometimes it is in our best interest to go the long way. We really don’t like it. In our world of instant gratification, we are incredibly poor at waiting. But God is never making you wait just to torture or penalize you. God is allowing you to wait because He knows what is ahead. He knows what is going to happen, how you will feel, what you will do when you meet certain obstacles or gain certain goals. And He is trying to keep you away from temptation. Just like you’ve asked. Every time you pray the prayer Jesus’ taught us to pray in the Gospels, you asked Him to do just that. “Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” That’s what God is doing. Because He knows you. He knows what will make you and what will break you. He knows how strong or fragile your emotional, physical, and spiritual health is. And, like the prophet Isaiah wrote and Jesus quoted, “He will not break a bent reed. He will not snuff out the smoldering flax.” He knows where you are and cares about every part of you. You can trust Him. (Isaiah 42:3; 46:10; Matthew 6:9-13; 12:20) 

So do it. Trust God with your uncertainty, your fears, your cares. Trust Him with your vulnerabilities, your exhaustion, your questions. Trust Him to lead you away from temptation and deliver you from evil at the very same time. Trust Him to do that new thing He promised. Because He will. At just the right time, in just the right way, God will keep His promise. He will rescue you. He will honor you. He will bless your life. As you daily cry out your pain and frustration, angst and anger, fear and uncertainty to God, know that He hears you. He sees you. He understands your circumstances. And He has a plan. He will rescue you. But you will have to trust Him. Trust His heart of love for you. Trust His inherent goodness. Trust His timing, His path, His plan. Know that God is sovereign over all the distressing, discouraging, disastrous things in your life. Trust Him to bring you victoriously through. The same God who brought the people of Israel to the promised land via the long way, through hardship and horror, between walls of water, and across desert wilderness, will make a way for you too. Even if your faith is faulty. Even if your belief is broken. Even if your hope is hesitant. Know that you can trust Him. Know that He is working for your good. Know that He always keeps His promises. Even when He takes you the long way. (Romans 8:28; Jeremiah 15:21; Psalm 34:15; 91:15; I Peter 5:7; II Timothy 4:18; Ephesians 3:20; Isaiah 55:8-9; II Corinthians 1:20)

Silence washed over his soul like a healing balm. The wilderness was like that. Quiet. A  place for private thoughts and thoughtful prayers. Space to rethink the past and consider the future. Time to be grateful for what he had been given since finding himself exiled in Midian. He never imagined he would end up there. He had never dreamed of herding sheep for a living. Growing up as the adopted son of an Egyptian princess had in no way prepared him for living outdoors and doing manual labor. No. Moses ended up tending sheep in Midian only after being forced to flee from Egypt. 

Palace upbringing had not been everything those living as peasants think it is. At least not for Moses. He knew he wasn’t Egyptian royalty. Everyone knew. His story was common knowledge. Retrieved from the bulrushes by Pharaoh’s daughter, he had no choice in his upbringing. At a time when baby boys were being executed by Pharaoh, the princess had saved Moses’ life, and he was grateful. Still, she hadn’t done him any favors by raising him in the palace. Not when he so badly wanted to identify with his own people. Not when he wanted it enough to kill an Egyptian on their behalf. 

That’s how he ended up in Midian. His blood was already simmering at the sight of his people engaged in forced labor. It went to a full rolling boil when he saw that Egyptian brutally striking one of them. Seeking to set things right and do something for his people, Moses attacked the Egyptian. Killed him. Buried him in the sand. Thought no one noticed. What was one less Egyptian, anyway? But people did notice. His people. A fact that smacked him between the eyes when he attempted to settle a dispute between two Hebrews. They weren’t interested in him, his opinions, or his peace-making methods. They saw what had happened. They knew. And it was only a matter of time before Pharaoh knew too. Adopted grandson or not, Moses would be a wanted man. So he did the only thing he could think to do. He ran. 

He supposed everything had turned out fine in the end. Midian wasn’t such a bad place to live. He had a wife and son, a good father-in-law, and this great gig minding sheep in the wilderness. Alone. Plenty of time to contemplate his past and present while enjoying the peace and quiet. He may not have thought his life would lead him to this place, but he was happy it had. He wasn’t looking for a career change. He wasn’t interested in working with people instead of sheep. The wilderness was enough excitement for him. And it was about to get a lot more exciting. 

Leading the flock over to the far side of the wilderness, Moses found himself approaching Horeb, the mountain of God. Although he had no intention of making the flock attempt to climb the mountain, there would likely be decent pastures and some water at its base, so he plodded on. Lost in thought, it took him a moment to fully realize the sight before him. A bush was on fire. That was odd. It was only one bush. And it was burning continually. One would expect it to burn out or the fire to spread to surrounding brush and grass. It didn’t. That single bush just kept burning. Curious, Moses headed toward the phenomenon to get a closer look. It would make a good story to tell when next he was home. 

As he approached the bush, a voice called his name over the crackling of the fire. “Moses.” He knew that voice. Without ever having heard it before, Moses knew exactly who was speaking. God. The God of his ancestors. The God of his people. The God who had entered covenant with them and who had promised never to fail. The God whose power and holiness preceded Him. Gripped with fear and afraid to lift his gaze, Moses buried his face in his hands and simply listened. 

The first few words were music to Moses’ ears. God had been watching and listening and hearing. He saw how miserable the Israelites in Egypt were. He heard their cries and groans. He knew they were suffering. He wasn’t interested in leaving them there forever. He had come down with a plan to rescue them and bring them into their own space, their own place. A place of good and plenty where they could be God’s people and He could be their God. It was all good news. Until it wasn’t. Unfortunately for Moses, God’s plan involved taking him out of his comfort zone and back to the place he’d started. 

Moses couldn’t come up with excuses fast enough. Was God sure he was the right guy for the job? He wasn’t super good with words. He had no idea how to convince the Israelites that God had truly sent him. There was no guarantee they would obey him. And his speech. It was a mess. Had God listened to him talk lately? He was always searching for words, waiting for his tongue to figure out how to push them past his lips. Especially when he had an audience. Public speaking wasn’t his strong suit. He was certain to mess it up. But God wasn’t having any of it. Moses was the man. God had chosen him. Tapped him for the position. Come down to speak with him. Personally. Right there. At Mount Horeb. The mountain of God. The place where God meets with and speaks to mankind. (Exodus 2-4)

Moses wasn’t the only one to meet God on Mount Horeb. Centuries later, another man called by God also found himself there. Holed up in a cave after a forty-day journey to safety, Elijah hunkered down to spend the night. He was exhausted. Drained. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. On the run from a furious and raging Queen Jezebel, he had already begged God to take him. Let him die a peaceful death rather than the torturous one Jezebel had planned. It hadn’t happened. Although he slept, he hadn’t wakened in Heaven. He was still on earth. Still in need of protection. Still clueless to what his next move should be. So here he was, hiding in a cave, trying to get some sleep, to clear his mind so he could figure out a plan for his future. 

Into the cave on Horeb stepped God. He came to the mountain of God to speak with the man of God. The one who felt alone, abandoned, rejected, hopeless, helpless. God wanted to speak with him. Not in a roaring wind. Not in a violent earthquake. Not in a raging fire. No. God wanted to speak with Elijah. Calmly. Peacefully. Soothingly. In a way his soul, buried in the darkest despair, could find comfort and strength and direction. And he did. In the form of a still, small voice, a whisper, even, God spoke. As dark as things looked around him, God wasn’t done with Elijah. He still had a plan for him. He had work for Elijah to do. Stepping into the swirling emotions and anxieties and frustrations filling that cave, God began to make sense of the chaos. He put order to the racing thoughts in Elijah’s tired brain. He laid out a logical plan of action and gave Elijah the strength to enact it. Right there. Right then. At Mount Horeb. The mountain of God. The place God meets with and speaks to His people. The place God’s people go to speak with Him. (I Kings 19) 

There is an enormous amount of comfort in the concept of Mount Horeb. The mountain of God. The place God is. Always. The space in which God visits mankind with the express intention of communicating with us. No matter where we are in our lives. Content in our situation. Fleeing from our circumstances. Overwhelmed by anxiety, fear, and despair. Keenly aware of our inadequacies and inabilities. Suffocating in aloneness. Downtrodden. Discouraged. Ready to die. No matter our circumstances, when we find ourselves at Mount Horeb, God is already there. The bush is already burning. The cave is already made up. The quiet, peaceful whisper is waiting for the exact right moment to speak. God is ready to meet with us, meet our needs when we meet Him at our Mount Horeb. (Philippians 4:19; Matthew 11:28-29)

I don’t know where that is for you. I don’t know where you go to find alone time with God. At different points in our lives, different levels of busyness, different numbers of tiny humans needing our attention, that place may change. Mine has. Sometimes it still does. The car. The shower. My desk. Maybe yours is the closet, the office, your home gym. It doesn’t matter. It can be anywhere. Why? Because your Mount Horeb isn’t so much a specific place you go as it is a place within you. There is nothing magical about a room, a chair, a porch that makes God listen and speak better than anywhere else. No. Mount Horeb is the quiet place in your soul that can hear God speak no matter where you are. When everything you have worked so hard to attain goes up in flames–literally or figuratively. When your exquisitely built plans catastrophically fail. When your friends and family have turned their backs on you, and the aloneness is suffocating. When fear and anxiety, despair and depression hold you in a grip you just can’t shake. When everything is going pear-shaped and you stand helpless in the chaos, yet your soul resounds with the quiet, peaceful voice of God. Then, friend, you have found Horeb. Your Horeb. The place God transcends the horror and terror and confusion around you to bring you His peace, His calm, His direction. That’s your mountain of God. That’s your Horeb. (Zephaniah 3:17)

It took decades of my life to figure out where my Horeb was. I looked everywhere. Tried everything all the preachers promoted. It didn’t work. What I thought might be the voice of God turned out to be the voices of a hundred different people trying to tell me what they thought God wanted me to hear. Sometimes the opinions conflicted. Sometimes I thought I’d never hear Him. Often I was afraid to believe it was Him. But the more time I spent reading His Word and talking to Him–in a closet, on my knees, or vacuuming the house–I began to know His heart and learn His voice. It took building a lifestyle in the presence of God to find the mountain of God. My Horeb. You see, when you purposely live in His presence, God can speak to you anywhere, at any time, about anything. When you spend every quiet moment of every day in conversation with God, you will know His voice better than you know your own. You will find your Horeb, the place God meets with and speaks to His beloved people today, is not a place you frequent but a place in which you reside. (Psalm 37:7; 119:105; Isaiah 55:2-3; John 8:47; I Chronicles 16:11)

So. Have you found it? Have you found your Horeb? Have you spent the time to make space in your life for God Almighty to dwell? Do you live in His presence? Constantly? Do you traverse each day in conversation with God? Do you know His voice? Only His voice? Can you hear Him over the cacophony of opinions around you? You need to. You need to find your Horeb. Create it, if necessary. Build a space in which you constantly live in the presence of God and hear His voice no matter what is going on around you, no matter how you are feeling, no matter how dark the outlook seems. You need a place where you meet with God, a place where God meets with you. Not a place on the map, not a pin drop, not a church bench or a rock by a stream. No. You need a mountain of God in the heart of your soul. A place you meet with Him alone no matter where you are. When you find that place, when you make that space, you will find your Horeb. In you. (Psalm 61:3; 85:8; II Corinthians 6:16; Isaiah 30:21; John 10:27; I Peter 3:12)

It was safe to say he was concerned about them. Deeply. Worried, even. He had heard some disconcerting things. Had it been possible, he would have packed his bag and been on the next plane to Corinth. But it wasn’t possible. He couldn’t go in person. He would have to resort to the next best thing. A letter. He had written them often. Many churches received his messages that way. It wasn’t always the best way to communicate. Things seemed to get lost in translation. Punctuation tended not to appropriately express his level of care. One could hardly fill the page with exclamation marks. Words often failed him, leaving his tone too mild or his message too harsh. Although Paul’s hope was never to offend or chase people away from the gospel, he was duty-bound to exhort and admonish, encourage and instruct. Unfortunately, this particular message required a touch of harshness. 

The readers needed to take his words seriously. All of his words. He wanted the people to apply them to their lives. Not just the pleasant parts about grace and mercy and forgiveness. No. As important as those parts were, Paul wanted the church at Corinth to read, understand, and remember the less palatable bits as well. He wanted them to take a deep look inside themselves and search out the places where impurity was hiding, find the parts of themselves that were just going through the motions, locate the spiritually immature spots that would easily be drawn aside from sincere devotion to Christ. Paul wanted them to test themselves. Examine their hearts. Honestly evaluate their relationship with Jesus Christ to determine if it was sincere or if they were simply going through the motions, following the laws and protocols of the day, keeping a vessel that was clean on the outside but filthy on the inside.

Present among them or absent from them, Paul would have no way of knowing what was truly lurking in the hearts of his readers. Even if he knew, it would be beyond the scope of his ability to change them. He could admonish and encourage, chasten and correct, but he was powerless to enact change in their hearts. They had to do it themselves. They had to see the need for themselves. They had to make the choice for themselves. They had to look at their own hearts and minds and lives, measure them by God’s measuring stick, and personally decide what they were going to do about any shortcomings. The message he needed to share was imperative, even if redundant. Examine yourselves. Look closely at what is inside your heart. Make sure you are committed to Jesus Christ both inside and out. Works won’t get you to heaven. Only clean hands and a pure heart will do. (II Corinthians 7:1, 10; 13:2-5, 11; Psalm 24:3-4)

It wasn’t the first time humanity had heard this lesson. Jesus addressed the same issue during His earthly ministry. In a scathing rebuke of the hypocrites surrounding Him, Jesus called out the scribes and Pharisees for believing their outside appearance, the things they did in public, were true depictions of their hearts. It wasn’t true. They could parade around perfectly pressed and dressed, fastidiously keep the law, speak in the acceptable vernacular, religiously follow the prayer times, and fast with regularity, but it wasn’t a true depiction of what was in their hearts. As perfect as they appeared on the outside, their hearts were twisting and writhing with greed and selfishness. They were rife with impurity. Their spirits were teeming with hypocrisy and evil. Their lives were a show. An act. A way of gaining attention and status and respect when their hearts were a horror show of sin. 

They needed to stop worrying about the outside. Stop spending so much time primping and perfecting their look before they leave the house. Stop planning the perfect time to publicly and pretentiously drop a coin in a beggar’s cup. Stop rigidly adhering to the letter of the law while ignoring the spirit of the same words. If they would only examine and clean up their hearts, make room for God to live and reign and work, then His righteousness would consume them. It would spread from the inside out. Posturing would no longer be necessary. Pretension would be unwarranted. True righteousness would voluntarily spring from their hearts, wash over their lives, and inform the entire world they were true followers of God. (Matthew 15:3-20; 23:25-28) 

Unlike Paul, Jesus knew what was in people’s hearts. That was the only place He ever looked. Inside. Jesus was never drawn in by a designer robe, flash car, or social pedigree. He was more inclined to be found with those who knew what they were yet chose to come find Him anyway. In their moment of deepest need and darkest sin, Jesus saw hearts and souls that longed for the change He could bring and He drew them to Himself. Blind Bartimaeus. Greedy Zaccheaus. Arrogant men. Adulterous women. There was nothing attractive about these people. Inside or out. Everyone else was happy to overlook them. Avoid them. Run from them. Jesus walked right into their mess with healing, forgiveness, and change. Soul upon soul was miraculously changed because they examined themselves, found what was lacking, and set out to find the One who could make the difference. (I Samuel 16:7; Jeremiah 17:10; Mark 10:46-52; 11:27-12:37; Luke 19:1-10; John 3:1-21; 8:3-11; 4:4-42)

Paul was hoping it would be the same for the Corinthians. He wanted them to read his words and apply them to their lives. He wanted them to take time alone to do some soul-searching. He hoped they would find a quiet place alone and honestly evaluate their lives, examine their hearts, and see who dwelt therein. He wanted each person to get alone in their prayer closet, their office, their field and prayerfully, carefully examine their hearts to make sure nothing had slipped, nothing had shifted, nothing had changed. He wanted them to test their own hearts to make sure they were truly devoted to Christ, not simply living out tradition or blindly following rules. He didn’t want them simply putting on an act, he wanted them to be living out the truth. 

One wonders if, as Paul meticulously labored over each word he wrote in his second letter to the church at Corinth, he fully comprehended how desperately the following generations would need to hear his admonishment. Did he know then how far humanity would drift? Did he have an inkling things would get so far out of hand that we would need to reiterate his exhortation for self-examination? Did he have an idea that the list of things drawing our hearts and attention away would be so much more extensive now than it was when he penned those words? Did he know it would be even easier in our day to present ourselves as righteous to the world, but have hypocritical, Pharisaical, wildly sinful hearts within? Did he ever think the 21st century Christians, with the ability to own and read their very own copy of the Bible, would need his words even more than the 1st century church to which he wrote them? Probably not. Yet we do. Desperately. 

As the Lenten season dawns, Paul’s admonition rings out to each of us. There is no better time than now to adhere. Set aside the distractions. Scale back the calendar. Say “no” to the social opportunities. You have something more important to do. You need to get alone with God. You need to examine yourself. Honestly. Without the opinions, affirmations, or approval of others. You need to ask yourself hard questions. Scrutinize your thoughts and motives. Sift through the things you’ve allowed to harbor and fester within. Throw aside the outer garments of pretension and honestly evaluate your heart. Find the things that shouldn’t be there and rid yourself of that load. Confess your sins, your needs, your shortcomings to God. Let Him renew your heart. Since Lent is about laying something aside to make more room for Jesus, why not take this time to lay aside your besetting sins and fill your soul with Him? Completely. Don’t be stingy with your space. Soak every inch with His presence. Drench yourself in His Spirit. Fill your heart, your mind, your life with Jesus Christ. Let Him do a work in you that changes your life and tells the world you belong to Him. Without the pretense. Without the Christianese. Without the legalism. Sit down with God and examine yourself. Let Him change you from the inside out. (I Chronicles 16:11; Galatians 5:22-23; Lamentations 3:40; James 1:23-25; Psalm 51:10; 119:59; Romans 12:2; Jeremiah 29:13)   

He was going to die. Today. Right here. On this desolate road with no witnesses. He wished he had known earlier. A memo yesterday would have been appreciated. It would have given him time to arrange his schedule. Be somewhere else. Call in sick. Make a dentist appointment. Schedule a top secret meeting for the same time the king had him out wandering the countryside in search of any creekbeds still trickling water. Basically, Obadiah would have done anything to not be standing on this path, facing this man, being given this command. 

Elijah clearly had no idea what he was asking. Three years ago the prophet had dropped into their world with his doomsday drought announcement only to immediately disappear without a trace. King Ahab had been furious. Still was. He made no secret of his desire to see Elijah dead for his declaration. Watching the prophecy come to fruition had only fueled his bloodthirsty desire. The king had sent messengers into the surrounding nations and kingdoms in search of Elijah. He made them swear he wasn’t there, they hadn’t seen him, they weren’t helping him abscond. Indeed, no one had seen the man since he’d made his surprise visit to Ahab that fateful day. And not a day had gone by that Ahab hadn’t spent time searching for him. 

Over the three years of Elijah’s absence, Ahab’s hatred for him had grown to epic proportions. If possible, the queen’s hatred was even greater. In her rage, she had slaughtered the prophets of God. Mass murder with no regard, no remorse. She thought she had gotten them all. She hadn’t. Obadiah, the very man to whom Elijah was now speaking, had secreted one hundred men away. They were hiding in two caves, solely dependent on food and water from Obadiah’s hand. He had done everything he could to protect and preserve the people of God.  Surely he deserved a reward, not the punishment of being the guy who went to tell the king he had accidentally run across his mortal enemy and that enemy was requesting an audience.

The problem wasn’t really with finding the king and telling him the news. He knew where Ahab was. He knew what his reaction would be. Ahab would be elated. The problem was trusting Elijah to be in that exact same place when Obadiah returned with Ahab. Elijah had a reputation for not hanging around in one place very long. He was known for disappearing when things got hairy. Obadiah had lived through the ensuing mayhem of Elijah’s original disappearance. He wasn’t excited about an encore. If Obadiah brought Ahab back with the promise of a face-to-face encounter with Elijah, yet returned to find the man of God missing, heads were going to roll. More accurately, one head. His head. Obadiah’s. He wasn’t thrilled with the possibility. He’d been skating under the radar, monitoring things and doing what good he could for three years. Every day he lived with the possibility of being discovered as a follower of God. Every day he risked his life for the sake of the Lord. Yet here stood Elijah asking him to take the biggest risk he’d ever taken. Go get Ahab. Tell him Elijah is here to see him. Trust Elijah to still be there when they got back. It was an enormous ask. 

Apparently, Elijah wasn’t as crazy as his request made him seem. Those days by Cherith and hiding out at the widow’s house in Zaraphath must have taught him empathy. He offered Obadiah the greatest promise he could give him. The only reason he’d still be there when they got back. The one truth that sustained him the last three years and the only thing that brought his feet back to Ahab this day. He made a declaration. “Standing here in the presence of God, I promise you, I will see Ahab today.” This wasn’t a joke, a whim, or an experiment. Elijah understood the gravity of his own position. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was in the presence of God. Always. Everywhere he went, Elijah was keenly aware of the presence of God. Before him. Behind him. Beside him. Within him. He understood God’s omnipresence. He wouldn’t lie or deceive or mistreat Obadiah, because whether or not he felt it, whether or not the still small voice was currently speaking, whether or not he wanted to recognize it, Elijah knew that every moment of every day, every being in existence constantly stands in the presence of Almighty God. (I Kings 18:1-15)

Elijah was not the only one who comprehended that truth. In the beautiful words of Psalm 139, David expands on the same concept. God is omnipresent. Everywhere. Always. Nowhere is exempt from the presence of God. Not the depths. Not the heights. Not your thoughts. Not your words. No part of anyone’s life is hidden from Him. Your thoughts and words and ways lay open before the just Judge of all the earth. Elijah understood it. David comprehended it. Yet we so often forget it. God is with us. Always. He knows our thoughts. He hears our words before they even come out of our mouths. He knows the true state of our hearts. There is no escape from His presence. You can’t outrun Him. You can’t hide from Him. Wherever you go, God is. Your darkest valley. Your toughest moment. Your greatest victory. God is there. He knows it all. And He still thinks infinite thoughts of unfailing love about you. (Psalm 139:1-12, 17)

 The love of God transcends the mess you have gotten yourself into with your hasty words and ill-planned deeds. It goes beyond the fear and anxiety and stress that wreaks havoc on your life. It has plans and dreams for you that have never crossed your finite mind. The love of God is deep and broad and the thoughts He thinks about you are more in number than the sand on the beach. All the sand. On every beach. Have you been there? To the beach? Have you grabbed up a handful of sand and begun the monumentally impossible task of counting each grain? Is it even possible? Not likely. (Psalm 139:17-18)

When my children were still toddlers, we visited the beach. I must have done it wrong. Perhaps everyone else knew where to find sand-resistant swimwear. I didn’t. I hated that trip. Sand was everywhere. Glued to scalps. Caked behind knees. No amount of vacuuming eradicated the final grains of sand from my car. I quickly learned that I only like the beach in the winter when it is too chilly to build sand castles and bury our legs in mountains of sand. In the winter, the beach is absolutely lovely from the balcony of my hotel. The sound of the waves lapping the shore is completely relaxing. The lack of pleasure seekers on the sand offers me the quiet time to stare at that sand and contemplate the unfathomable number of loving, caring thoughts God has about me every single day. 

It is that very contemplation that brings me to the same space as Elijah. The place where I know with my heart and believe with every fiber of my being that every moment of every day I am in the presence of Almighty God. At my desk. In the car. At the grocers. Wherever I am, God is. The thought changes how I live. It adds weight to my promises. It gives substance to my words. It makes me pause in moments when I would normally react and allows me to respond instead. It drives me to my place of prayer to cry out the final two sentences of Psalm 139, “Search me, know me, try me, and uncover the measure of my heart, Lord. Point out the things in me that bring offense to You and lead me in ways that bring You glory.” In essence, change me, Lord. Change me. (Psalm 139:23-24)

Sometimes we wonder what Elijah did during his time at Cherith. What little the Bible tells us about his time there often leads us to believe he just sat by the dwindling brook waiting for the ravens to deliver his doordash. But Elijah’s words to Obadiah changed that for me. Those words speak of a deep knowledge and awareness of God in his life. They speak of a closeness with the Almighty. They exhibit a knowledge of his place in the world, a knowledge of Whose world it really is. Those words tell me that when Elijah left Cherith, he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was constantly living, walking, working in the presence of Almighty God, and he had surrendered himself to His authority. His words came from God. His actions were led by God. Wherever he went, no matter where it was, Elijah knew, God was there. Wherever he was standing, whoever he was standing with, God was there. Every moment. Every day. He was living in the continual presence of God. 

Maybe you have never given much thought to God’s omnipresence. Perhaps it only crosses your mind in impossible circumstances. Maybe you only consider it when you think He should be acting but you can’t see His hand. No matter. I assure you. He is there. Always. The knowledge should change your life. Living in the awareness of the continual presence of God should alter the way you conduct yourself. Remembering that God is right beside you reading your thoughts and listening to your words should change your conversations. Believing that God is right at your elbow should reshape your actions, reactions, and attitudes. Inhabiting the space where you know and believe you are constantly surrounded by God should completely realign your life. It should give you courage in hard times, strength in moments of struggle, peace in the raging storms of life. Because He is there. With you. He is as close as the mention of His name. He is present. Everywhere. Always. No matter who you are, what you have done, or where you stand, you are in His presence. May you know it. May you believe it. May you remember it. And may the God in whose presence you stand change your life. (Psalm 16:8; 139:7-12; Proverbs 15:3; Jeremiah 17:10; 23:23-24; John 14:27; Deuteronomy 31:6; II Corinthians 12:10; Philippians 4:6-7)

Exhaustion warred with exhilaration as the Twelve made their way through the crowds to Jesus. For a few moments, exhilaration won, making them forget their aching feet, tired bodies, and growling stomachs. They had so much to tell Him. The overwhelming success of their mission had taken them by surprise. Never had they imagined that a spur-of-the-moment journey through several surrounding cities and towns could be so rewarding. Especially when they’d been traveling like beggars. With nothing. Literally. Nothing. There had been no time to put together a backpack of necessities. No accident-prone guy carried an extra shirt in case he dripped ketchup on the one he was wearing. Their pockets weren’t bulging with a stash of energy bars. No one strapped on a belt bag with cash and a credit card for emergencies. They didn’t even take a first aid kit to bandage blisters or wrap sprained ankles. Doing just as Jesus told them, they gathered only what they needed for that moment and left on their mission of spreading the gospel to people who hadn’t heard. 

The first stop had been a bit bumpy. They hadn’t practiced a speech or been given a script. When they first began to preach, people were unsure what they were talking about and even less certain they wanted to subscribe. Until the miracles happened. The miracles had been miraculous in more ways than one. As sick were healed and evil spirits cast out, news of the disciples’ ministry and itinerary spread like wildfire. People wanted in. If not for the message, for the miracles. Everyone wanted one of those. From runny noses to terminal illnesses and demon possessions, the disciple duos soon found themselves surrounded by scores of needy people. In every town they lined the streets, waiting for a visit from Jesus’ disciples. 

Marring the excitement of their blossoming ministry, news of John the Baptist’s death reached the traveling disciples. The brutal, gory account must have shaken them. Haunted them. Highlighted their own vulnerability. Perhaps that is what brought them back to town, back to Jesus’ side. Perhaps they had simply exhausted their circuit and were returning home. Once there, they began to recount their travels. Review their ministry. Regale one another with glorious stories of salvation, deliverance, and healing. They could have talked for hours. But they were tired. Physically and emotionally. They were exhausted. No one could remember the last time they had eaten an uninterrupted meal. Someone always had a pressing need. Food was taken on the run. Rest was a series of power naps. There was no time to refresh themselves, restore their minds, rejuvenate their souls. Swept up in the work of God and the busyness of their assignments, they had stopped taking time to properly care for themselves. 

Jesus knew it. He saw it. Etched in the dust on their faces was the desperate need to eat and rest and regain their strength. They needed time alone. Away from crowds. Away from the needs. Away from the people who pulled them in every direction at once. They needed time to eat. Time to sleep. Time to wash their faces and feet. So. When their excitement dwindled and the rapid-fire stories began to dissipate, Jesus issued another command. An invitation, really. “Come away from the crowds, the needs, the clamoring people. Come rest. Feed yourselves. Your bodies. Your souls. Come with me and be restored.” (Mark 6:7-30)

Jesus understood busy. Personally. The timeline of His life demanded He remain busy. Constantly. Three short years was the allotted time He had to do on earth the work of the Father in Heaven. Three years to show people who He was. Three years to give them a glimpse of His Father’s heart. Three years to woo and warn and waken. It hardly seems like enough. Given the often obtuse state of humanity, it feels like significantly less than warranted. People don’t always understand things the first time around. We are not always quick on the uptake. It was all the time He had. Jesus knew that. He worked like He knew it. He felt the urgency of His mission. Yet, as much as Jesus understood busyness, as crazy busy as He was Himself, He also understood and took seriously the necessity of rest. 

Rest is an integral part of work. Physical rest. Mental rest. Spiritual rest. Without rest, our ability to work is inhibited. Our minds function poorly without adequate rest. Our bodies become more susceptible to illness. Our souls grow weak and vulnerable to attacks of the evil one. Jesus knew these things. He knew the importance of getting away by Himself to rest and talk with God. He modeled it for us, extricating Himself from a crowd, from a situation, from His disciples, and spending time alone to rest. Over and again we read that Jesus went away by Himself to pray. At one point, we find Jesus sleeping in the stern of the boat while the disciples battle a storm. We see Him hungry when He curses the non-productive fig tree. We hear His words of frustration as He realizes the men He has chosen to be closest to Him, to carry on His ministry once He is gone, are still confused about the meaning of His words. The story of Jesus’ life outlines for us a Man who knows exactly how we feel when we are tired, hungry, and overworked. It also shows us His example of what to do and where to turn when our earthly busyness attempts to take over our spiritual business. (Mark 1:35; 5:35-38; 6:46; 11:12-14; Matthew 14:13, 23; 15:16; 16:8; Luke 5:15; 6:12)

In the little-read, seldom-preached book of Song of Solomon, we find penned in beautiful ancient poetry the words Jesus spoke to His exhausted disciples. It is hardly a coincidence. In tender words of love and care, God calls His people then and us now to come away and be alone with Him. His desire is for us. To be in a relationship with us. To be present among us. To bless us with rest and renewal. To strengthen our hearts and minds and souls. To rejuvenate our bodies. To give us what we need to thrive in a world that continually pressures us into a swirling eddy of busyness. It is into this wild pandemonium of our lives that God speaks, calling us to come away and rest. With Him. (Song of Songs 2:10-14; 6:3; 7:10; 8:13)

As you rock in the chaotic uncertainty of our current society, I hope you hear the tender voice of God lovingly calling you to come away with Him and rest. I hope you do so. I hope you lay aside your tablet, close your laptop, silence your cell phone, turn off the television, and sit quietly with Jesus. In a world where it is so easy to feel unseen, unnecessary, unvalued, unloved, I hope you stay in that space with Jesus and hear Him call you His beautiful beloved. That is who you are. Believe it. Settle down in His eternal, unchanging, unfailing love. Stay there. That’s your home. As you wait there, give Him access to every part of your life. Let Him restore your soul. Cast your cares on Him and let Him take care of you. Stop working, stop striving, stop skipping meals and skimping on sleep. That’s not the plan He has for you. He’s calling you to rest. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. In Him. With Him. You are His beloved. His desire is for you. So come away from the worries and cares and busyness of life and find rest in Jesus. (Matthew 6:25-34; 11:28-30; Psalm 23:3; 127:2; 136:1; I Peter 5:7; Song of Songs 4:1,7,9; Matthew 7:9-10; Lamentations 3:22; Jeremiah 29:11)