Satan roars like a lion, threatens like a bully, and shouts like a desperate waif! Satan screams. He hurls insults and burns with hatred—but our God whispers. The Great God of the Universe speaks soft as the coming of dawn, tender as a baby sleeps, and as gentle as the settling of dew. Satan, the enemy of the saint shouts—but our God whispers.

Though we have been told not to seek Him there, though we know better, it is in the powerful wind that we hope to see Him. We long to find him in the wind so powerful it tears mountains and shatters rocks. This, surely this is the voice of the Lord. Surely here we will find our God. But it is not so. Though we dream of hearing Him in this way what tears mountains would rend us, what shatters rocks would destroy us. He is not in the powerful winds after all.

Next, we find ourselves awaiting the earthquake. Surely, surely here in this mighty shaking of the earth we will hear the voice of God. And why not, He is a God of power and so surely it is in power He should reveal Himself. And yet, More >