Elijah said to her, “Don’t be afraid. Go home and do as you have said. But first make a small loaf of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me, and then make something for yourself and your son.” I Kings 17:13 (NIV)
Elijah lived, walked and talked with God and his spiritual tummy while full did not equate to his natural tummy. It was empty, growling with no food to be found in his journey. God made a very unusual request of him. “Go to a widow of Zarephath for food.”
This woman and her son were about to starve too. She was gathering sticks for a fire to make their last meal with little flour and oil in her home. Elijah arrives on the scene and makes his request. She tells him of her final meal preparation with starvation and death likely hovering near. That doesn’t deter Elijah in making a daring request: “Feed me first and then feed your little family. The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the Lord sends rain.”
Rather than balking and stalking away, she does just as he asks. That takes daring courage to listen to this stranger. Incredibly, she was able to feed the three of them plus others of her family there who later joined them.
At the church in Lahaina was an older woman named Rose. She emanated the beauty of Christ within as she cared for others who were hungry. She would gather local dated bread products from businesses and give to those she knew and visitors that came, at no expense to her or them. Sundays were special as she gave abundantly.
Word came that Rose was dying so a dear friend and I went to pray with her in the hospital. She was unconscious as I prayed aloud. Afterwards holding her hand, I said, “Tell God I love Him when you see Him!” Immediately, her heart monitor’s waves spiked as though she heard me as we all rejoiced together before it stabilized as before. Rose was going home to see the Living Bread, Christ Himself! (John 6:51)
Communion is such a sacred, celebratory time as I partake of the bread that represents You, Lord, in giving yourself on the Cross. The grape juice reminds me of your life blood given for me. What blessed hope to know some day I shall see You in all your splendor. My soul is hungry for You!