When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I asked my school teacher, a dear Scottish woman, Mrs Sheffield, who made God. I don’t recall what led to this question and, to be honest, I don’t recall her answer. But I remember the incident; Mrs Sheffield told my dear mother – and I recall hearing my mother telling other adults. The impression I always had from that incident was that I was either too curious or too peculiar to even think of such things at that age. To me, it seems quite a natural question – Who created the Creator?
So yesterday night our youngest child lay in bed, exhausted after a hard day at home 🙂 = public holiday, too tired to offer a prayer, and he asked – what’s the point of praying? I haven’t even seen Heavenly Father! And I smiled and lay down next to him, told him that I hadn’t either and shared with him Elijah’s experience (1 Kings 19 vv11-13):
11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?
A couple of things we can learn from this: the still, small voice – we need to be reverent so we can hear and feel Him; and He knows our names! :). Our Father in Heaven has not left us alone.