between a rock and a hard place

i've been thinking a lot about elijah, lately. elijah the prophet, not elijah the kid who played the hobbit, in case you were confused...

i very much like idioms--they are so helpful in conveying things that you want to say, but might say badly, or clumsily. between a rock and a hard place is one of my favorite sayings. but i've gained a new respect for that phrase over the summer, which lead me right back into the story, and the arms (as it were) of elijah, the prophet.

elijah was a difficult man to be friends with, i imagine. that much intensity and purpose could wear out the most patient of souls. he was a fire-brand, a lightening rod, someone who did not hold with equivocations, or namby-pamby lackluster worship or thought. he did not put up with chicanery, not under any terms. i imagine he had a hard time having fun. fun probably was not easily had in elijah's time and place, anyway. but, even if he'd been born in disney world, i imagine elijah would have had little time to have his picture taken with mickey mouse, or gone spinning in the tea cups til he barfed his mouse-shaped icecream onto his shoes. elijah was a man of principle. a man of discipline. a man with a plan, and a will to follow God, even if it meant that he was a rambler, a wanted man, hunted, and hated.

elijah found himself in a cave, in a wilderness, with death waiting on him if he went home, and his own disappointment if he didn't go home. elijah was stuck between a rock and a hard place. he had no choice but to be silent, to be uncomfortable, to be challenged, and to find a way to stand true and be who God was calling him to be. and in that posture of discomfort, between the physical rock and the spiritual hard place, elijah heard the voice of God. elijah felt the power of the strong wind, the magnitude of the earthquake, felt the heat and the power of the great fire, and was smart enough to know that the most powerful of all the things he witness that night was the whisper that came next. and elijah heard what he already must have known--to go back, and keep doing his job, and to be comforted in that purpose.

i don't like to be uncomfortable. i am uncomfortable a lot of the time, emotionally speaking, in my job. but to not do my job would be to deny who i am as a person, to say that God made a mistake, to call into question every place i have been, everything i have done, and every word that has come out of my mouth.

we live between physical rock and spiritually hard places, but how often do we be still enough, brave enough, quiet enough, and awestruck enough to listen to the whisper and respond with our whole hearts. sometimes you have to have your back against a wall to ever realize that moving forward is the only option. between the rock and the hard place is a holy place. God is there.

mil besos--rmg