The Small Voice

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“We interrupt this program to bring you the latest news… Bzzzt… A storm is…bzzzt… coming. This… Zzzzt… biggest typhoo…zzt…”

BLAG! The television fell down the floor.

SHHHHWWIIIIIISSSHHH! BLAGBLAGBLAG! SHWIIISHHHHHHHHHHH!

The furious wind seemed intent on bringing the house down. The roof was already pounding against the ceiling. Any moment now, the whole roof will bend to the wind’s will.

ship_stormRain was no pitter patter rather the sound is akin to that huge waterfall that comes from the mountains – huge and ominous. The skies poured down with gusto. The rising flood waters were already lapping the edge of the house. A few more minutes and the first floor is already flooded.

The elements beat the house down on all fronts – the wind from above; the flood waters from below. The whole house still stood as the elements throw their lethal punches.

There’s no stopping this storm.

“Oooooh! Good Lord! What is happening? Why are you doing this? Why the rains and winds? OOOOOOOHHH! Stop please! OOOOH! Forgive me Lord! I am did not steal all of those money from the church members! NO MOOOORE!”

The house was not so silent either. Inside the house was the lone tenant. Hunched under the second floor bed was huge man. He was shouting and crying on for dear life. As if the sound of the rain and the wind was not loud enough and as if his shouting and wailing to the Almighty would cause the typhoon to cease.

“NOOO! WAAAH! No more! No more! I’m so sorry!!”

DROOOOM! BOOOM!

As if nature was really playing games with the guy, the earth began to rumble. An earthquake joined the typhoon. It shook the four corners of the house. The impact shattered all the glass windows. The doors swung open despite being locked. The bed with the man under it slid from one side of the small room to the next. The guy was now shrieking in fear. He struggled to pin the bed on one side of the room as the earthquake rocked the house.

“OOOOOH GAAAAAWD! Is this the end Lord? Is this the end of the world that you are talking about? Bleagh!”

The man barfed. Soaked by his own vomit and dust, he continued his wailing and pleading. He kept on praying, wailing and pounding on his chest. His next words were confessions of his misdeeds with curses and more pleading.

DRRRROOOOM! BOOOOOM!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe room was so shaky it seemed as if the house turned into a boat. The water started flowing inside the windows and doors. The wind howled inside the room. The house turned into a small boat in the middle of the storm.

Suddenly everything seemed to stop. The wind quieted down. The downpour turned into a drizzle. The rocking seemed to stop. Everything that is, except for the man.

“Oooooh dear Looooooord! Stop this please! Forgive me please!”

His voice was so loud it drowned out the phone that was ringing below. He was so immersed in fear of the onslaught that he was oblivious to the sudden silence around him. As the man quailed and hid himself inside the house, he was oblivious to what was happening. He was scared witless of what was going on. He totally forgot what he had to do. He totally forgot what he stood for. After all, he was just going through the motions. Every principle and moral that he imparted to others was more often just part of his job description – nothing more.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere…

“Hey, boy, how come you were able to escape that wreckage?” The fireman asked the young man. He pointed at the two story house that had been the boy’s home.

“I don’t know sir. I was just reading and praying when suddenly my phone rang. A small voice whispered on the other end and told me to go out of the house.” The boy replied. He then went back to pouring hot drinks to his neighbors who were sheltered under the firemen’s make shift refugee site.

“How about your neighbors? How did they get out?”

“I knocked in their houses and told them to get out.”

“What’bout that big house there?”

“Oh, that’s Reverend Elias’ house. I guess it’s the only one left standing. He was shouting so loud, he didn’t hear me knockin’ when I did.”

“I believe you kid,” the fireman replied. “We were also shouting at him to tell him that everything was over. I hope he is OK.”

“And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, 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 the sound of a low whisper.”

1 Kings 19:11-12 ESV

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