Death-Life! Death-Life!!


The young man’s ailment began with a little headache that grew into a serious sickness until he lost his breath. He was the only child of his mother who was a widow.

During the period, rain ceased, dew failed and there was no mist.

Every herb was a ghost of itself in that all trees had no lifel. Every river and brook dried up. The sun blazed with all strength people were uncomfortable.

One afternoon, the widow went out to a nearby bush to gather sticks. As she was busy, a voice said,

“Good afternoon ma’am.” a man greeted her perspiring as he held his skin bag by his side.

“Good afternoon sir.” she answered without paying attention to him; but continued to gather sticks.

“Please, madam! Kindly give me some water.”

“Yes sir!” hasty, she abandoned the few sticks gathered and was going to satisfy him when the Prophet added as he sat on a log of wood, “Please, bring with it a plate of meal that I may eat!”

” No sir! I’ve no food at home. The handful flour left and a little oil are the reasons I’m gathering sticks to prepare them that my child and I may eat and breath our last anytime after.”

“Be at peace! Go and prepare that for me first. Your bag of flour will not be exhausted and container of oil will not be empty until the famine is over.” Prophet Elijah declared, as he smiled and wiped sweat from his face.

She went and did as commanded.

She invited the man to her house and they lived together until the famine was over.

While others were dying from hunger, the widow, her child and Prophet Elijah were fully fed because his pronouncement was established.

Other friends of the widow benefited when they heard sizzling from her kitchen.

This replacement of death with life meant nothing to the woman.

Her thoughts were many and varied. “What kind of man is this? He’s a hairy wayfarer. A bald head with a mouth fenced by busy hair. He’s a complete opposite of my dead husband. He was alone when I met him and never mentioned his wife or child.”

She always pondered, “His clothes are not costly or many and always wore a leather belt around his waist.”

She finally concluded, “Can this be an holy man of God? Is the word of God in his mouth?”

The Lord heard and acted on the negative thoughts of her heart. So He spoke the only “language” she could understand very well to convince her.

So, He struck the only son that he died.

She accused the Prophet wrongly, “What have I to do with you, O man of God? Have you come to me to bring my sin to rememberance and to kill my son?”

The man of God took her son, stretched himself on the lifeless body, eye to eye, mouth to mouth hand to hand and nose to nose and breathed into his nostrils. He did this three times and called on the Lord his God to return the young man’s soul to him.

The young man became a living being again.

It was then that the woman expressed her earlier unbelief in the man of God thus, “NOW BY THIS I KNOW that you are a man of God, and that the word of the Lord in your mouth is the truth.”

Do you trust God in the life of His servants? Do you want Him to speak another “language” to convince you? It may cause you to weep!

Beware!!!

NOTE:
1.Scriptures quoted are from the New King James Version of the Bible.
2. Capitals were added.

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About 4thlink

I am a full time Minister of God based in Nigeria,West Africa. I am an accountant turned preacher with grace to utter a word of comfort for every person that needs it. I have special interest creating a happy home because I hate divorce as God does.I've been used of God to heal broken homes & hearts. My hobbies include,reading,writing,photography & listening to good christian music.
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