It was an odd turn of events. Elijah just stood on Mt. Carmel sarcastically mocking and taunting the prophets of Baal. “Maybe he’s tired and needs a nap.” “Maybe he got hungry and went to McD’s.” When it was his turn, for dramatic effect, he doused his altar with gallons of water. Then he prayed and waited to see what God would do. Soon fire came from Heaven and burned up the wood, the altar, and all the water around it. The battle was over! God had won! The people fell pr

It was the day of the big showdown. Think Old West—the OK Corral. One man stood alone against the crowds of people who had blended the worship of Jehovah with the vile worship of Baal, the evil King Ahab, and the 450 prophets of Baal. The challenge was made: build an altar and pray to your god. Whoever answers by fire will be declared Supreme. It was a risky situation. King Ahab was completely whipped by the horrible Queen Jezebel. Just making a public appearance put Elijah’

I am really bad at making decisions. Whether it’s choosing where to eat, which product to buy, or even what color to paint a wall (I took a Facebook poll when I had to choose a color for the kitchen wall), I’m not good at making a choice. The problem isn’t that I don’t know what I like. Instead, I usually know what I want, but doubt creeps in when I have to choose. Then I waver...I wobble….I go back and forth between ideas, wondering if I’ll have regrets later. It’s an a

“Hey Jamie, I need to talk to you for a minute.” “I didn’t do it.” “You don’t know what IT is.” “Still not my fault.” I cannot tell you how many times we’ve had this conversation! As we open up 1 Kings 18, we see King Ahab has the same attitude: things are bad, but it’s not his fault. Let’s set the scene. For starters, King Ahab was an awful king. 1 Kings 16:30-33 says: “Ahab son of Omri did more evil in the eyes of the Lord than any of those before him. He not only conside