Elijah and the Widow – Part 1

Mr. Mathisen:          Boys and girls, this morning we are going to tell the story of Elijah and the Widow. Who can tell me who Elijah was?

Stanley:                      Ooh, Ooh, ooh…I know, I know!

Mr. Mathisen:          Stanley, do you really know who Elijah was?

Stanley:                      Sure, sure, he’s a great big, tall guy that plays basketball. I was watching a game on the TV with my dad the other night. He’s really good. There was this one shot from half court that went swoosh! Nothing but net! It was fantastic! He was great! He won the game for his team.

Mr. Mathisen:          Wow! That sure sounds like fun Stanley, but that is not who we are going to talk about.

Stanley:                      We’re not?

Mr. Mathisen:          Nope.

Stanley:                      Not even a little right?

Mr. Mathisen:          Nope.

Stanley:                      Oh…sorry.

Mr. Mathisen:          No problem Stanley.  Actually, you were a little bit right in that Elijah was great and he won a game for his team.

Stanley:                      Huh?

Mr. Mathisen:          Well let me tell the story and you just ask questions when you don’t understand something ok?

Stanley:                      You mean I can interrupt you? I already do that anyway.

Mr. Mathisen:          That’s right you do and I am going to solve that problem by giving you permission to interrupt me.

Stanley:                      That’s not much fun.

Mr. Mathisen:          Maybe not, but let’s get started anyway.

Stanley:                      Hmmph!

Now Elijah, who was from Tishbe in Gilead, told King Ahab, “As surely as the LORD, the God of Israel, lives—the God I serve—there will be no dew or rain during the next few years until I give the word!” (1Ki 17:1)

Stanley:                      Wait a second! How did Elijah know there was going to be no rain or dew for the next few years? How could he know that?

Mr. Mathisen:          Stanley do you know what a prophet is?

Stanley:                      Sure I do. That’s what you get when your business is making money. (I heard that on the news.)

Mr. Mathisen:          No, a prophet is somebody that God talks to and then he tells the people what God told him. Listen to the next verse and maybe you’ll understand better.

Then the LORD said to Elijah, “Go to the east and hide by Kerith Brook, near where it enters the Jordan River. Drink from the brook and eat what the ravens bring you, for I have commanded them to bring you food.” So Elijah did as the LORD told him and camped beside Kerith Brook, east of the Jordan. The ravens brought him bread and meat each morning and evening, and he drank from the brook. (1Ki 17:2-6)

Stanley:                      Ravens? Did you say ravens? Like the big black birds?

Mr. Mathisen:             Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s what they were.

Stanley:                      And they were bringing him food? I hope that they didn’t carry it in their mouths. Eew! That would be yucky

Mr. Mathisen:          Yes, that would be yucky. But, I am pretty sure that God had them carry the food with the talons on their feet and dropped it where Elijah could clean it up and eat it.

Stanley:                      That was actually a pretty cool way to get your food. It was Air mail, special delivery.

Mr. Mathisen:          It was pretty cool and God kept it up for nearly a year and then…

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Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright ©1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

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