What am I doing here?
I have just seen fire rain down from heaven and scorched everything I laid on those 12 stones! I saw as the whole crowd fell to the ground and worshipped the Almighty God! I have just slain four hundred prophets of Baal by the riverside! I prayed for rain seven times and watched as that cloud, the size of my fist, brewed up into a storm! All my life, I have read the stories of how God has wrought His mighty works in the sight of my forefathers who journeyed forty years through the wilderness. Seas parted, water spewed out of bare rocks, manna rained every morning, a pillar of cloud to shade the day, and one of fire to warm the night. Our literature is basically about the mighty God we serve. But... Why am I running? Why am I afraid of the threat of a mere Sidonian woman?! What is wrong with me?! Why am I at the foot of this mountain, where once walked Moses? Well, one thing is clear, Jezebel seeks blood for blood because I killed her prophets, and now the news comes that she has g...