As Elijah was led to the King’s chamber, his heart pounded so hard he imagined it echoing for miles. Determined not to show fear, he breathed deeply and reminded himself of God\u2019s promise: “I do not have the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With every step closer to King Ahab, the anxiety remained. The king, dismissing his servants, kept only a few trusted aides and guards in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elijah took another breath and began, projecting more volume than usual to steady himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“In the name of the Lord, the Living God of Israel”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Wait,” Ahab cut him off. “Which God, exactly?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unfazed, Elijah repeated, “In the name of the Lord God of Israel, the Living God.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He paused. The term “Living God” was deliberate a contrast to the lifeless idols worshipped by Ahab and Jezebel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now shift the scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Imagine standing outside State House, preparing to deliver a message to the president. That\u2019s where I found myself, nervous and uncertain. I wasn\u2019t there to encourage I carried a message of judgment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A guard relayed the news: “There\u2019s a woman from Kenya named Caroline. She says she has a message from God.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands and voice trembled. I joked to myself: use the bathroom first next time you attempt something like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back in Elijah\u2019s time, King Ahab was already irritated. Elijah hesitated, tempted to retreat. He was young. Didn\u2019t God still have work for him to do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Go on,” Ahab barked, snapping him back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With urgency, Elijah declared, “As the Lord God of Israel lives, whom I serve, there will be no dew or rain for the next few years until I say so.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king and his court burst into laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Is that it?” Ahab chuckled. “You going to gather the clouds and stash them in Gilead?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even Jezebel came to see the commotion. Elijah stood among them, mocked and ridiculed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something rose within him righteous anger. He raised his voice, cutting through the laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“There will be no rain or dew until I say so. That\u2019s final.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jezebel barked an order: “Arrest him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hours passed. No guards returned. Elijah had disappeared. No one could explain how a lone man escaped without a horse, chariot, or ally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The guards returned empty-handed, ashamed. Elijah was gone, and soon he was named a national fugitive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, no one gave it another thought. But then came September.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the skies withheld their rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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To read Part 1<\/p>\n\n\n\n