“Your namesake dwelt on this holy mountain three thousand years ago. He came here to listen for the voice of God.” Elijah waited, knowing there would be more forthcoming. The wind rummaged uneasily in the grape arbors. “He heard it in a gentle breeze, not in rushing about the world looking for projects. Our vocation is a call to listening. To adoration of the One who dwells among us. That is why you came here. That is why you were born.” Elijah.”
