Susan LaffertyGods of limited space.
The enemy reasons, “Their gods are gods of the hill country. That’s why they were stronger than we were…. We should fight with them on the plain; and we will certainly be stronger than they” (1 Kings 20:23).
Contained areas. Hills or plains. Mountains or valleys. These are where gods rule. Or so they think.
But the Arameans soon find out. This God is different.
He doesn’t jump to resolve. Or rescue. The psalmist is moving through his pain and fear.
Moving through the murk, into trust.
He knows who God is.
And cries out to Him.
The wilderness soundtrack sounds like desert thirst. Barren field. Little fruit.
We sit in a conference with workers from some of those fields. Where the gospel has been sung. Refrain after refrain.
To no response.
Their voices strain at the chords. Lament in the place of veiled hearts. Where darkness is palpable.
I remember. The struggle to keep singing in the land where captives remained captive. Hearts closed to the One and Only.
