Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah: "Go to the east
and hide by Kerith Brook at a place east of where it enters the Jordan
River. Drink from the brook and eat what the ravens bring you, for I have
commanded them to bring you food." So Elijah did as the Lord had told him
and camped beside Kerith Brook. The ravens brought him bread and meat each
morning and evening, and he drank from the brook. 1 Kings 17:2-6
"So the Spirit lifted me up, and took me away; but the
hand of the Lord was strong upon me." Ezekiel 3:14
One of the striking dramatic incidents here occurs, which
we shall often have occasion to note in the course of the Prophet's life.
WHERE he met the king of Israel, and delivered the abrupt
communication considered in last chapter, we know not. It may have been at
some unexpected moment; as when Isaiah met King Ahaz "in the highway of the
fuller's field;" or when the monarch was seated on some state-day in regal
magnificence, with Jezebel at his side, amid a blaze of courtiers, in the
palace of Jezreel; or on some religious festal occasion, when the six
hundred priests of Baal, clad in their official vestments, were doing homage
to the Phoenician idol, and rending the air with the cry--"O Baal, hear us!"
All this, however, is left to conjecture.
But the message having been delivered, the God, whose
behest it was, proceeds to secure the safety of His faithful servant--alike
from court vengeance and from being involved in the national calamity. He
directs him to flee to a lonely spot--probably amid the wilds of his own
native Gilead--and there to wait further intimation of the Divine will. In
prompt obedience to the monition, "So Elijah did as the Lord had told him
and camped beside Kerith Brook."
We can picture to ourselves his strange solitude.
Some narrow gorge, uninvaded by human footstep, fenced in by nature to form
a prophet's chamber--the awning of this "pilgrim-tent" constructed of the
interlacing boughs of fig, oak, and oleander; the blue vault of heaven
overhead, leading him by day to consoling thoughts on the Great Universal
Presence; the sun shining with tempered luster, answering to the deeper
sunshine of a quiet conscience within; the stars by night, like the wakeful
eyes of ministering angels, keeping watch over his lonely couch as he
pillowed his head on the dewless leaves--with that better pillow still for
the weary--the sublime consciousness of having done his duty, and
subordinated his own will to that of the Highest.
What a contrast--his evening meal and chamber of repose,
with those of the monarch in whose guilty ear he had recently proclaimed the
judgment of God!--the ivory palace, filled with imported luxury--the
servants, gorgeous with Tyrian purple and dust of gold--the royal couch,
curtained with Phoenician draperies and redolent of Phoenician perfumes. A
stranger was the rough Bedouin Prophet to all such dainties. His table, the
green grass--his servants, the winged fowls of heaven--his bed, the hollow
of the rock–his coverlet, his rough hairy mantle--his lullaby, the music of
the rippling stream, which, as it babbled by--the one tuneful brook of a
silent land--sang morning and evening a hymn of God's faithfulness.
But, as we picture him, with thankful, contented heart,
strengthening in summer's drought the stakes of his hut; or in winter's
cold, gathering, like the apostle of Melita, the scattered leaves and dry
wood to kindle and feed his lonely fire--as we imagine him thus, night by
night composing himself to rest, have we not a living commentary on words
with which he may have filled his waking and sleeping thoughts--"A little
that a just man has is better than the riches of many wicked." "When you lie
down you shall not be afraid; yes, you shall lie down, and your sleep shall
be sweet." "The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked; but be
blesses the habitation of the just."
Let us pause here, and ponder, as a first lesson, THE
POWER OF PRAYER. The whole land was pining under the most fearful of
judgments. Every brook, except that lonely rill of Cherith, had failed. No
dewdrops spangled the forests with their crystal jewels--no rain-torrents
answered the silent inarticulate cry of the gasping earth. The ground
upturned by the ploughshare had become rigid furrows of iron--the dust lay
thick on the highways--the heavens above were a blazing furnace. All day
long, from the chariot of the sun, there seemed to be discharged bolts of
scorching fire. Nature lay prostrate and helpless under the withering curse.
And how was this? James tells us, "Elijah prayed earnestly that it
might not rain, and it rained not on the earth by the space of three years
and six months." Oh, wondrous power!--a mortal pleading with
God!--Omnipotence being moved by weakness! The seasons arrested in their
course--nature's processes curbed--the windows of heaven closed, and the
fields and granaries of earth emptied and spoiled--all--all owing to the
voice of one man!
And does not the example of the Tishbite refute the
often-repeated objection to prayer--'What need is there to try to move God?
He has all things "foreordained, whatever comes to pass." It can only be a
bold, presumptuous dreamer who can think of altering or modifying the Divine
decrees. If He has resolved to send judgment, He needs not the pleadings of
a mortal to remind him of His purposes.' Not so did our Prophet reason--his
was a truer and nobler philosophy. Well did he know that Ahab's wickedness
had provoked the Divine displeasure; and if God himself had not announced to
His faithful servant the specific form of retribution, He had, at all
events, doubtless, given him to understand that judgment was prepared and
ready to descend. But this does not release or exonerate Elijah from what he
felt to be alike his duty and his privilege. We find him on his
knees--praying--and "praying earnestly;" just as if the dreadful lesson
about to be read to Israel depended on these feeble petitions.
God, had He seen fit, without any human intervention,
might have "thundered in the heavens," and the Highest given His voice,
"hailstones and coals of fire;" He might have "sent out His arrows and
scattered them--shot out lightnings and confounded them." But "the Prophet
of Fire," knowing the appointed medium through which the Being he served
fulfills His behests, employs the conducting-rod of prayer to fetch
down the lightning from His treasuries. It reminds us of the Apostles--the
"Prophets of Fire" of a later age. The promise of a fiery baptism of a
different kind had been given them. But, nevertheless, they continued, we
read, "with one accord, in prayer and supplication;" and it was while thus
engaged--assembled "with one accord in one place"--that there came the
descent "as of a rushing mighty wind," and "cloven tongues like as of fire
sat upon each of them."
How constantly are similar illustrations of this
prevailing "power," brought before us in the case of believers of
old. It was by prayer Jacob wrestled and prevailed. It was by
prayer Joshua arrested the fiery wheels of the sun's chariot. It was by
prayer Daniel shut the lions' mouths, and cheated death of its prey.
It was prayer--the prayer of good King Hezekiah and the pious remnant
among those who owned his scepter--that saved Jerusalem from utter
destruction, and the people from captivity. He carried his desperate case
and cause--he spread the railing letter of the Assyrian invader before God
in an agony of prayer. Next morning, the hushed tents of
Sennacherib--the ground strewn with his dead--was the divinely-renewed
testimony that "the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man avails
much."
And we have the same blessed refuge--the same
strong consolation--in our hours, whether of impending national or
individual sorrow. Whatever be the cloud that may be gathering, this is our
sheet-anchor--our polar-star in the day of trouble--"The Lord's hand is not
shortened that it cannot save, neither his ear heavy that it cannot hear!"
Let us learn, further, from this incident in Elijah's
life, THE TRIUMPH AND SURE RECOMPENSE OF FAITH. It was a bold and brave
thing, surely, to utter such a prayer, and confront Ahab with such an
announcement. Indeed, independently of the wrath of the Israelitish monarch,
the anathema Elijah had pronounced could not fail to rouse the
indignation of the whole kingdom. That savage-looking prophet of Gilead
would be hated and denounced by the starving thousands on whom his
imprecation had fallen, as a "troubler in Israel." But, bold as a lion, he
fulfils his mission as the ambassador and spokesman of Heaven. He knows that
he has been divinely called to vindicate the cause of truth and
righteousness. Ahab may load him with chains--he may seize and torture him
in hopes of coercing a revocation of the hateful utterance. Famishing with
hunger, the people may also be hounded on to vengeful cruel acts against
this prophet of evil tidings. But in tranquil composure he waits the result.
He is like the daring soldier who has fired the cannonade, and who, with the
consciousness of having bravely done his duty, is prepared for the worst,
even should he be involved in the dreadful havoc--buried under the
blood-stained ruins.
We cannot, indeed, claim for Elijah, as "a man of like
passions," exemption from all doubt or misgiving in the present emergency.
Unquestionably he had, as all have, a weaker side, even in what we suppose
the least assailable part of his nature. It was no common heroism which was
needed to outbrave the vengeance of an infamous court, a debased and
infuriated priesthood, a people stung to madness by drought. The very blight
and prostration of the external world, also, must have been a touching
spectacle to a feeling heart. The trees draped in ashen leaves--the cattle
lowing on arid pastures--innocent children making a vain appeal for food to
parents miserable and helpless as themselves!
But a higher impulse than his own had prompted the
prophetic woe. He knows that it was no selfish, wayward caprice on his part,
but the will--the righteous decree--of the God and King whose servant he
was. He will not retract the retributive utterance; he will allow no debate
or parlance between duty and expediency. Others may have sought to deter
him; his own heart at times may have prompted more timorous counsels. Under
the same feeling of oppressive solitariness which impelled him subsequently
with cowardly spirit to take flight to Horeb, he might now have purchased
immunity from danger by refusing to deliver his message, and fleeing, like
another Jonah, for shelter amid the mountains of his native Gilead. But he
will obey God rather than be deterred by the frowns, and fears, and even
sufferings of men. With the calm confidence and resolve of a kindred spirit,
he can say--"In the Lord put I my trust; how say you to my soul, Flee as
a bird to your mountain?"
Nor is he left without the sure reward and recompense
which follow simple trust and bold action. As the angel was sent to Peter in
his dungeon, or to Paul in the storm, just at the crisis-hour when help was
most needed so does the same God provide now a refuge for His Prophet. When
he had no earthly home or friend--when king and people were confederate
against him--One who was better than home, and friend, and king--the "El-Shaddai,"
the "All-Sufficient," comes with the cheering word--"Leave here, turn
eastward and hide in the Kerith Ravine, east of the Jordan."
Moreover, not only does He furnish him with a refuge, but
He makes provision for the supply of his daily needs; and in order to
manifest His power and boundless resources, employs for this purpose the
unlikeliest means and agencies. He makes the ravenous birds of the forest
have their instincts in suspension, in order that they may minister to His
servant. "And it shall be that you shall drink of the brook; and I have
commanded the ravens to feed you there!"
The Lord God of Elijah is still to this hour faithful to
His promise--"Those who honor me, I will honor." "The young lions may lack
and suffer hunger; but those who seek the Lord shall not lack any good
thing." Manly work done in His service--sacrifices made in His cause--will
sooner or later be repaid with interest. It is because the presence and
power of a personal God are so little felt and realized that our faith is so
weak, and our ventures in His cause and service are so small. When the
soldiers of Gustavus Adolphus, the greatest king of Sweden, wished to
dissuade him from risking his life by exposure in battle, it is said his
grand reply was--"God Almighty lives." The motto of the Gilead
Prophet was the same--"The Lord God of Israel lives, before whom I
stand!" With his faith anchored on that simple but sublime assurance, he
hastened to his rocky, sterile abode, knowing that his "bread would be given
him, and his water would be sure." And all that his "God had spoken came to
pass." On reaching his secluded retreat, lo! the joyous, remarkable sound of
the brook broke upon his ear. The ravens, also, were there waiting their
strange mission. When the gates of the morning opened, they flocked with the
miraculous bread; when the gates of evening closed, down they flew, bearing
the promised sustenance. Night by night, as the curtain of darkness fell
around, wrapping himself in his mantle, and composing his head on his leafy
pillow, he could exultingly say--"The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be
afraid?"
It may have seemed at first sight indeed strange, this
long period of suspension from busy life, this seclusion from the scene of
action where his voice and presence were so needed. It was enough for him,
however, that his God willed it to be so, and patiently to wait the
disclosure and development of the Divine purposes. Moreover, can we doubt
that this season and place of deep solitude proved to Elijah a fit and
needed training-school to prepare and qualify him for the grander
achievements that were before him? It was so in the history of the most
illustrious saints, both in Old and New Testament times. Moses had
forty years' separation from the world in the Sinai desert, before entering
on his unparalleled mission as the liberator and leader of the many
thousands of Israel. John had his loving spirit fed and refreshed and
disciplined in the solitudes of Patmos. John's loving Master had His
days and nights of sacred seclusion on the mountains of Judea and Galilee,
where His holy human soul was strengthened for arduous conflict. Paul,
in training for the great work of the apostolate, had three years of
retirement amid the deserts of Arabia. Luther--the Elijah of his
age--had his spirit braced for hero-deeds during an uninterrupted season of
prayer and the study of the sacred oracles, in the lone castle of Wartburg
in the forest of Thuringia. In the same way would the "Prophet of Fire"
carry with him his torch to this vestibule of nature's temple--not to quench
it, but rather, by holding more intimate fellowship with the great Source of
Light, to get it kindled with a purer flame from the inner sanctuary.
We are told nothing regarding his occupations during
these months of loneliness. But may we not think of him truthfully as
"alone, yet not alone;'' seated under the rock-clefts, with the music of the
brook in his ear--his heroic soul, filled with mighty thoughts, musing
devoutly on his great work, and earnestly seeking to be braced for his
momentous life-struggle? May not nobler winged attendants than the birds of
heaven have brought down messages of comfort to refresh and invigorate his
spirit? Yes, by mystic and hallowed communings with the Lord of angels, may
he not have been enabled to perfect the self-surrender and self-consecration
of his whole nature, getting his will more and more merged and absorbed in
the will of the great Being he delighted to serve? He would ever after, in
all probability, cherish the remembrance of Cherith as a place and occasion
of calm and elevated joy; and can we doubt that, when he emerges from his
obscurity, he will come forth more fully harnessed for the battle--the fire
of his earnest soul burning with a purer, intenser, and more tempered
luster?
And is it not so with God's people still? When He has for
a time secluded them from a busy world, sent them away from life's
thoroughfares to hold pensive communings with their own hearts in the lonely
wilderness of trial, have they not been led to feel and to recognize, not
only a gracious needs-be in the Divine dealings, but, following in Elijah's
spirit the teachings and directions of the great Disposer, have they not
found that they come forth from their season of affliction better fitted for
their work and disciplined for their warfare--moreover, that in their very
hours of sadness, He opens up for them unimagined sources of solace and
consolation? In taking them to Cherith, He does not permit them to go
unbefriended or alone. What Patmos was to John, or Cherith to his great
prototype, so can He make the gloomiest of seasons bright with the
manifestations of His own grace and love. He will not allow the Cherith
of sorrow to be without its brook of comfort and its winged messengers of
peace. He provides streams of consolation specially suited for His
people in all their seasons of trial.
Sickness is such a Cherith; when secluded from life's
active duties--health withdrawn--strength prostrated--body and mind
enfeebled--pain extracting the cry, "In the morning you will say, 'If only
it were night!' And in the evening you will say, 'If only it were morning!'"
Yet how many can look back on such seasons and tell of their brooks of
solace? Bible promises welling up with new beauty like streams in the
desert--a nobler and truer estimate of life imparted--nearer and more
realizing views of God and heaven.
Bereavement is such a Cherith. When the scorching sun
of sorrow has withered up life's choicest flowers, and dried its sweetest
sources of pleasure, "the wilderness and the solitary place are made glad."
He who has taken away, comes in the place of "the loved and lost." Our very
sorrows, like the sable-plumaged ravens, are transformed into messengers of
comfort. God fulfils His own promise by the bestowment of "the hidden
manna." We may come forth from the severe soul-conflict, like Jacob,
wrestling, but it is like him also, with "a new name."
And even in the prospect of Death itself--though
called like Elijah to "Cherith which is before Jordan"--the
All-Sufficient--the living God--is there, amid the turgid waters of "the
border river," to cheer and support us, saying, "Fear not, I am with you; be
not dismayed, for I am your God." Whatever be our circumstances; our
discouragements, disappointments, sorrows--"fightings without, and fears
within"--worldly calamities, temporal losses; let us not utter the misgiving
word, "Where is the Lord God of Elijah?" Let us rather take as our motto,
under all the varying conditions of life, "Jehovah-jireh"--The Lord will
provide. Let us do our duty, and God will fulfill His word. Let us go to
our Cheriths, and God will have ready His promised brook and ravens and
manna. Let us prepare the fire and the wood, and God will provide His own
lamb for the burnt-offering.