Every age of the church has heard the same cry echo across its valleys: “I, even I only, am left.” It is the cry of loneliness, the lament of one who feels abandoned, the sigh of a servant who mistakes his own weakness for the collapse of God’s kingdom. Few words in Scripture are so raw, so relatable, and—if we look closer—so arrogant.
“But he went a day’s journey into the wilderness and coming and sitting down under a juniper tree, requesting that he might die, saying, It is enough now Yahveh take my life; for I am no better than my father” (I Kings 19:4)
“And after many days it came to pass that the Word of Yahveh came to Elijah in the third year, saying, Go, shew yourself unto Ahab and I will send rain upon the earth” (I Kings 18:1)
