In common logic, if you are struggling to make ends meet, then you should save as much as you can. Likewise, if all you have is a little, then you shouldn’t be expected to give, right? Wrong.
Let’s take a journey together to the home of the widow of Zarephath, a few hours before the prophet Elijah arrives. There is a famine in the land and all she has is enough for one last meal. She’s worried. She’s frightened by the lack that looms over her home, casting a shadow on everything in its path. Her cupboards are bare, her pockets are empty, her husband is dead, and all she has left is her son. She’s pacing the floor as she whispers a prayer, tears streaming down her cheeks. At this point she’s come to terms with the fact that she’s about to die, but what she can’t accept is the thought of her only son starving to death beside her.
With a heavy heart she goes to the city gates to gather sticks to bake their last meal. But as she approaches the gates, she sees a man sitting there as though he was waiting for her. Her heart skips a beat as he makes his request known; he needs water and bread. Water, well that’s easy enough, she thinks to herself. But bread? No, that she can’t do, so she confesses on the spot, “As the LORD your God lives, I do not have bread, only a handful of flour in a bin, and a little oil in a jar; and see, I am gathering a couple of sticks that I may go in and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it, and die” (1 Kings 17:12).
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