Under the Broom Tree
Elijah had had enough. He was ready to quit. After all, what more could he do? The nation was going down the tubes, and no one, not even God, seemed to care. Exhausted, he sat in the shade of a broom tree. It’s probably not like our own Desert Broom (I call it a weed – it’s an extremely objectionable thing), but I associate them both just the same. The broom tree was merely a desert shrub, sometimes large enough to provide a bit of shade. It’s a pathetic place to find rest. But rest was what he needed, and the broom tree would have to do. For a full day, he’d been running away from Queen Jezebel. It was a desert a lot like ours. He was hot. He was tired. He was hungry. Out of gas, out of ideas, and out of sorts. “I have had enough,” he said, and he went to sleep in what little shade he could find. Ever felt like Elijah? You have, you do, or you will. Sometimes, we’ve just had enough. We thought our plan was good, but nothing turned out right. We thought we’d have a reasona...