“Jared, let’s gather some firewood, so that we can prepare bread for our evening meal,” Rachel called.
“O.K. Momma,” Jared replied suiting his actions to his words.
He’s such a good boy, Rachel thought. When his father died he was only six and I realised that, if he was to become a priest, I could not marry again. Yet I am too young to join the temple widows. Now he has yet two years before his barmitzvah and this famine will probably mean he won’t get there. The only hope seems to be in the things God told me recently.
(Her husband had been a faithful Priest in God’s house.)
As they gathered the firewood a man dressed in camel’s hair approached them.
“Please let me have a cup of water,” he asked.
Unhesitatingly Rachel started off to fetch the water.
As she was on her way he asked, “Bring me a little bread in your hand as well?”
“As surely as you serve the living God I have no bread, only a handful of flour in my bin and a little oil in my jar. We are just gathering firewood to prepare our last meal and then we will wait to die.”
(The famine had lasted a long time. Now there was only enough meal in the bin and oil in the jar to make a small loaf for each of them.)
“Don’t be afraid, go and do as you have said, but first make a small loaf for me. After that make some for your son and yourself. God promises that your bin will not be empty nor your jar of oil run dry until the drought is over” The prophet promised.
Rachel remembered that God had told her, “When a man of God comes to you take care of him, and I will take care of you and your son.”
“Thank you God,” she whispered.
Our God is still Jehovah-Jireh.
Guess who this man was?
My story is a strange one. I was married to a prophet who greatly feared the Lord and served Him faithfully. When he died he owed a large sum of money to a creditor who threatened to foreclose on the debt. Our sons were already men and the creditor said he would take them to serve him until the very last amount was paid. The rate of usury was very high and it seemed they would never be free so I went to the man of God, saying.
“My husband, the prophet, is dead. You know perfectly well that he served the Lord faithfully but now the creditor is coming to take my sons into slavery to pay his debt.”
“What do you have in your house?” the prophet asked.
“ Nothing, only a jar of oil,” I replied.
“Go out and borrow as many empty jars as you can, not just a few mind you. Shut the door of your house behind you and your sons and pour the oil into these jars setting them aside as you fill them.”
We did exactly what the prophet had instructed us.
“Bring another jar,” I cried.
“There are none, all the jars are full,” my sons replied and the flow of the oil ceased.
I ran to the man of God and told him the news.
“Go, sell the oil, pay your husband’s debt and live on what is left, both you and your sons.”
Our God is no person’s debtor.
Guess who this man of God was?
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