I Kings 19:1-15a – The 5th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, June 19, 2016
“And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice . . .” (I Kings 19:12)
As a baby boomer raised in the burgeoning California suburbs, I first heard about the “still small voice of God” at the Baptist church we attended.
It didn’t matter to me that the Revised Standard Version (RSV) tucked in the pews and clutched in the hands of the Sunday school teachers mirrored—word for word—the renowned King James Version’s (KJV) translation of I Kings 19:12. Both read . . .
And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Why should I care what God muttered or what old Elijah heard?
I cared more about the crack of the bat and the ball plopping on a leather glove during the thousands of baseball games I played.
I cared about Mom’s voice announcing dinner.
I cared—and trembled—when hearing, “Lawrence George Patten, please come here.” Whenever the benevolent dictators known as my parents spoke all my names, the future was bleak. Sometimes I knew what I’d done wrong and sometimes not, but there was misery in every one of my steps to judgment.
I cared about the theme from Bonanza since it meant I was allowed to stay up an hour later, even though the next day was a school day.
A little older, and I started caring about how a girl giggled. What if she liked me? What if she, with her sweet voice, might someday want to—gulp—hold my hand? Continue reading →