The Brook Dried Up |
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Elder
Bill Walden (dec)l |
In the 17th Chapter of 1st Kings, Elijah the Tishbite comes
on the scene and God moves the events swiftly along. Elijah
is emboldened by the Spirit of God to stand before
tyrannical Ahab with the prediction of a still-worsening
drought. Elijah’s name, “Jehovah is God,” was a solemn
reminder to the evil prophet. Immediately after delivering
his God-sent message, God then told him to “get thee hence,
and turn thee eastward, and hide thyself by the brook Cherith, that is before Jordan.”
Here he did according to
the Lord’s commandment, and God, who cannot lie, honored His
word; the ravens brought him bread and flesh in the morning
and bread and flesh in the evening and he drank of the brook
(verse 6).
And it came to pass after awhile, that the brook dried up
because there had been no rain in the land (verse 7). This
statement has a solemn note. Elijah is fairing well under
the providential eye of his God, with daily bread and fresh
meat and a flowing stream in time of a drought that was so
severe there was not a drop of dew. We are reminded of the
ancient expression of grief: “alas -- what shall we do?”
We are content many times just to settle in. It’s hard to
move on in our lives. It is probably experiential with each
of us on some occasion in our lives when we consider our
next move with uncertainty, but God moves us on in our
spiritual journey from the flowing brook to the widow’s
house, whose circumstances also seem hopeless. No doubt the
prophet was strengthened by this experience. He saw the
miracle-working power of God in dealing with the poor widow
as much as he saw it in the way God provided for him at the
brook. “But the brook dried up;” yet, God’s mercies still
flowed on to sustain and refresh him.
I was raised in the mountains of East Tennessee and grew up
where brooks ran down the mountains and hollows. These were
my “stomping grounds“. One particular brook still runs clear
in my mind as I write this. It caused the fern, Sweet
Williams, and other flowers to grow, and it was always cool
there. You could smell the flowers and hear the stream
before you really saw it. In the summertime the stream would
stop flowing, the greenery and flowers would fade until
another time. Although I knew the stream would probably stop
flowing, it was always a sad time. Little did I know then I
would be reflecting on those scenes over a half-century
later and be reminded of God’s word in describing our own
mortality. God has His own way of strengthening us on our
spiritual, though sometimes troublesome, journey.
“As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her
young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them
on her wings” (Deuteronomy 32:11). The eagle has the most
unique way of teaching her young to prepare for their lives.
The scripture above gives a very detailed description of
this process. Studies have been made of the fascinating way
in which she plucks the down from her nest, exposing them to
worsening conditions, and her young become very
uncomfortable. She also ceases her daily delivery of food.
Finally, she flutters over them with her wings and as they
fall from the nest she swoops down and bears them up, saving
them from falling to the earth below. This is repeated again
and again until in their struggles they finally learn to fly
and mount upwards, even above the storms, to fly in the
sunshine.
The Lord
has promised that “… they that wait upon the Lord shall
renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as
eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall
walk, and not faint” (Isaiah 40:31). There is blessed rest
for the children of God more glorious than Ruth found in the
field of Boaz. “The Lord recompense thy work, and a full
reward be given thee of the Lord God of Israel, under whose
wings thou art come to trust.” (Ruth 2:12)
In Sweet Hope.
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