A strong and heavy wind was rending the mountains
and crushing 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 there was fire—
but the LORD was not in the fire.
After the fire there was a tiny whispering sound.
When he heard this,
Elijah hid his face in his cloak
That above quote always amazes me. Not in the banging of a drum, or the clash of a cymbal, or the angry rhetoric of a politician, or from a red-faced man atop a pulpit, or a scalding editorial published, or a whaling songstress singing, or a crowd chanting, or fists flying; there the LORD was not seen. But a refreshing breeze. A refreshing breeze in a desert? A refreshing breeze in a desert, after a drought? A refreshing Breese in a desert, after a long drought, after hiding in a cave, hiding from persecution? That is where the LORD was revealed? How refreshing! Who would ever suspected? Brilliant! Speechless!
Thursday of the Tenth Week in Ordinary Time