We visited a new church this past Sunday. We knew the speaker and wanted to hear him preach. He began with the familiar story of Elisha and the Shunemite woman found in II Kings 4: 8-36. It is a story of faith and miracles. It is the story of a woman who showed great kindness to the Lord's servant, Elisha. He often passed her home as he traveled about, and she, recognizing that Elisha was a holy man of God, urged her husband to build a small room on the roof of their home so that he would have a place to stop and rest on his journey.
In return for her generosity, Elisha asked if there was something he might do for her. When he discovered she and her aging husband didn't have a son he promised her that she would give birth to a boy. The woman could hardly believe his words and begged him not to get her hopes up. After all, they were well past child-bearing years. By that next year she was holding a son in her arms.
If the story ended there, we would be be awed at the miracle and the goodness of God. But it didn't end there. One dreadful day, the little boy died. I can only imagine the depth of grief. This precious child she had hardly dared hoped for - suddenly taken from her.
But this is where the story gets interesting…
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