Elijah's God sent fire from above and consumed the sacrifice

. . . on the mountain, putting the prophets of Baal to shame. A disturbing letter from Jezebel, King Ahab's wife, stole the joy of his mountain top experience.

"You will die within twenty-four hours."

Elijah runs for his life, bent with depression. Walking all day into the wilderness, he sits under a juniper tree and asks God to take his life as he falls asleep. An angel brings him food and water to strengthen him for the forty-day journey ahead. After the trip, the Lord talks to him at a cave where he lodges.

"What are you doing here, Elijah?"

His brow creases. "The children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down your altars, and slain your prophets. I'm the only one left, and they want to kill me."

God sends him to the mountain top. A strong wind jostles him. God is not in the wind. An earthquake trips him. God is not in the earthquake. A fire crackles. God is not in the fire.

Shhhh . . . Listen . . . Its a still small voice. Ahh . . . Its God. I heard it during Hurricane Ike and many other storms.

"Elijah, I still have 7,000 in Israel who have not bowed to Baal.