What Are You Doing Here?
The pastor groans on Sunday night; the professional sighs on Monday morning; the defeated mother cries into her washing; the depressed father sobs into his pillow.
“I can’t keep living between the rock of responsibility and the hard place of futility. I can’t keep shouldering this burden on my own. I just want out.”
“I can’t keep living between the rock of responsibility and the hard place of futility.”
Elijah had reached the same place. Weary from years of preaching a message that no one took seriously and worn from forever just barely scraping by, he had probably been on the verge of burn-out for awhile. But now fear pushed him over the brink.
The man of God had plenty to be afraid of. The king was furious after three years of drought for which he held Elijah responsible. The queen had just…
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