‘The Lord said to Elijah ‘Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind blew and caused the mountains to break apart. But the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still, small voice. When Elijah heard it, he used his coat to cover his face and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. Then a quiet voice said to him ‘What are you doing here, Elijah’?” (1Kings 19:11-13)
I started reading Lysa Terkeurst’s book “What happens when women say ‘yes’ to God” and one sentence jumped right off the page at me.
“We have become so familiar with God yet so unaware of Him.
We make the mysterious mundane.”
When did this happen?
How is it possible that I have allowed the miracles and mysteries of God to become mundane and of this earthy world rather than a heavenly world? Am I no different to the Israelites who journeyed for 40 years in the wilderness looking for the Promised Land only to complain when God kept giving them a miracle every day? When they were lost, tired, stranded and hungry God miraculously provided for them by “raining down” food from heaven every day. Each and every day this “manna” that tasted like wafers made with honey was delivered from heaven and settled like dew in the morning for the people to collect. Each day (except the Sabbath) this life-sustaining miracle was given to God’s people. Every day. For forty years.
And yet the mysteriousness of this miracle become mundane to them. And they began to grumble and whinge and complain. “Why can’t we have meat? We ate fish in Egypt. We had cucumbers and melons and leeks and onions and garlic. But nothing tastes good out here. Every day all we get is manna, manna, manna.”
Boring. Dull. Unimaginative. Mundane.
Yes, I am just like the Israelites! I have forgotten all about the mysterious miracles given to me each day by God. I have somehow confused the daily mysterious miracles thinking they are just dull, ordinary, typical, unspectacular occurrences in my life. I’ve relegated the mysterious miracles of God into the category of the mundane.
When did it happen?
When did I stop finding the mysterious in the every day miracles and only expect God to speak to me through the big moments. The big events. The conferences. The important guest speakers. The books. The ‘awesome’ praise and worship sessions? When did I start expecting mountains to break apart when God had something to tell me? When did I expect earthquakes to rock my world when God had something to show me? When did I expect that the only way God was doing something was through the fires and floods and jaw dropping, mouth opening, speechless moments when I ‘felt’ His presence?
Somewhere along the journey I realize I have adopted a “been there – seen that” attitude. There has become a sense of “Yeah, that’s good God. So what’s next? Can You do better? Yeah I know You’ve raised people from the dead. Parted oceans. Rained down food from heaven. But what else can You do?”
It hit me that I have made the mysterious mundane. I’ve forgotten that sometimes God speaks through a whisper.
Therefore let me be silent that I may once again hear the marvelous, miraculous, mysterious whisper of God. Let my eyes be open to every ordinary, mundane moment that I may once again see God’s hand. Let me take off my shoes and remember that my feet are walking on holy ground. Let me pause before every common bush, just in case in burns up with the fire of God. Let me come with an expectation that every moment I live and breath has the potential to become pregnant with possibilities. Let me live ‘wonderstruck’ and in awe of God. Let my heart be pure so that I may once again feel His touch and His mighty presence every moment of every day. Let there be a stirring in my soul as I once again yearn for more of God. And let the mundane moments remain mysterious.
“Leave me astounded, leave me amazed. Show off Your glory, let heaven invade. I’m waiting with worship. I’m waiting with praise, for the almighty presence of God to invade.”
(‘Spirit Fall’ by Planetshakers)
As Lysa writes: “Sometimes the God of the universe pauses in the midst of all His creation to touch the heart of one person.”
Today, in the midst of the mundane, He paused for me. And that’s my mysterious miracle.
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