Prologue

What if Elijah really is a young man with passions[1] like ours? So he gets red in the face about slave children and gets beat up trying to rescue a baby. He hikes across the river to the capital, where he marches in and tells the king, “No more rain.”

But what if he’s so clueless that his brother has to hide him from the king’s assassins? No problem. Because in front of everybody in the whole country, the Lord sends fire and consumes Elijah’s sacrifice. So he slaps his brother on the back—“Things will be different now.”

But the queen tries to kill him, and Elijah flees to the desert. “What’s wrong, Lord? I’m doing all this for you,[2] but it’s not working.”

The Lord stands him on a mountain.

Listen up, ‘Lijah.

It’s not about you.

And did you know? Stopping the rain, extra flour and oil—even that fire show on Mt. Carmel—none of these can change a heart.

So, where did you get the idea you can make the king or the queen follow me? All I ask from you, Elijah, is that you be my voice.

So Elijah goes back home and helps his brothers and father grow excellent grapes and sell fine wine. He marries the girl next door, and they raise their children. He opposes the slavers and the baby killers that want into the neighborhood, and a few times the Lord sends him to the capital with a message for a king. Then, after his children are grown, the Lord takes him away in a chariot of fire.

[1] James 5:17 Elijah was a man subject to like passions as we are

[2] Psalm 69:9 Zeal for your house has eaten me up

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