We led worship on a few weeks ago at a youth leadership training weekend… Elijah and his run from religious persecution towards God’s still, silent voice.
It was worship around stations – the venue didn’t have a large enough space to do anything else – and people followed Elijah’s journey around the building.
I’d never thought about Elijah being a refugee before… reading the story from that perspective made it even richer. It started me thinking about how easily we domesticate the stories of God’s presence – this isn’t a story about prayer, or even God speaking. It’s a story about devastation and surrender…
The next few posts will describe some of what happened.