So yesterday in seminary we learned about Elijah and his challenge to the priests of Baal to set their altar on fire. The priests kept calling upon Baal, but the altar did nothing. They started their prayers in the morning and went until noon, at which point Elijah mocks them. Maybe your god doesn’t hear you, he says; maybe he’s traveling; maybe he’s sleeping. Then the priests end up cutting themselves and bleeding all over the place to get Baal’s attention. Still no fire.
Then as evening came, it was Elijah’s turn. He poured water on his altar not just once, but three times. He called upon the Lord, and fire consumed the entire altar.
Before class began, I showed the class a dry paper towel and a match. I asked them how easy it would be to set it on fire. Then I showed them a wet paper towel and asked them how likely burning it would be.
The other seminary teacher urged me to try it. So, I asked one of my students to try lighting the wet paper towel.
Well, the paper towel didn’t catch flame, but it DID singe. And I had to laugh, because I knew it wasn’t some miracle but the foiling of my object lesson. It was a fun object lesson.
It’s 23 degrees, with a wind chill of 11 degrees, and it’s going to get even colder through the night. We’re on March’s cusp, and I’m very, very sick of the cold. Winter could hurry up and be done. I’ve got folks visiting. You’ve got a month. You’ve already worn out your welcome.