“Then the fire of the Lord fell, and consumed the burnt sacrifice, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water that was in the trench,” (1) I read.
You can do anything! I tell my Friend as the man begins sermonizing.
“They thought God was like Baal,” says the man. “But Baal was just wood. God is not wood.”
He leans over and hits Charles, “You better pay attention to this! It’s for your good and you need it.”
“God can send down fire any time He wants. He has the power and will punish you.” He swivels his head and points his finger as his glare reaches each of us. “You have to be like Elijah and trust Him and no one else.” He catches his breath, “Are there any questions?”
“What is a Son of God?” I ask.
“Jesus is the Son of God,” the man says.
“Was Jesus in the fiery furnace with Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego?” My mouth relishes the hard kh’s and slows so I say bed-nego and not ben-dego.
“That’s Daniel,” the man says. He flips the pages of his Bible. “God sends an angel to help Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.” He says “ben-dego”.”
“The one who looks like the Son of God isn’t Jesus?” My eyes try to bore into the man’s mind.
“No,” he says. “Jesus is in the New Testament. In Daniel, the Son of God is an angel.”
“Oh,” I say.
Weren’t You there? I ask as the man begins his long, long prayer.
(1) 1 Kings 18:38, KJV