The Still Small Voice

Today's passage comes from the Book of Kings, which records the history of Israel during the reign of Ahab (around 870 BCE). At this time, Baal, the Canaanite storm deity, was effectively the state religion of the northern kingdom, promoted by Ahab's Phoenician queen Jezebel. Baal's domain was rain, fertility, and agricultural survival, the things ordinary people actually prayed about. Into this context steps the prophet Elijah, who announced a three-year drought and then challenged 450 of Baal's prophets to a public contest on Mount Carmel: each side would call on their god to send fire. Baal's prophets called from morning until evening. Nothing came. Elijah built his altar, drenched it in water three times, and called once. Fire consumed the sacrifice, the wood, the stones, and the water in the trench. The prophets of Baal were killed. The drought ended before nightfall. The next morning, Jezebel sent Elijah a death threat. He ran into the wilderness, asked God to let him die, and walked forty days to Mount Horeb, the mountain where Moses had received the law. He crawled into a cave. He had won everything and had nothing.