Okay, you've got enough flour and oil to do you one more loaf and this wild guy you've never met before comes to your door, looking a bit hungry, as asks to share your bread. What do you do? He's a prophet and running away from the king. Obviously a bit dodgey and certainly not someone to have a cup of tea with, let along your last loaf. Add to the mix that fact the woman is a widow (no support) and has one son. But of course, as nothing is straighforward with God, the son dies. The mad prophet bloke then does some weird magic stuff you probably don't want to know about and the son walks down the stairs alive and well.
So yet again, God is found out on the fringes of society: a land where Baal is worshipped, a widow, a dead son and someone so poor she can't even make more than her last loaf of beard. Good grief, God doesn't even give her the dignity of sharing the last piece of bread with her son on their own to say their good byes before they die.
So what songs and symbols would help speak into this story? Any movement, or creating the worship space? What one thought do you have with this story? What would you want to say to someone about it?
Oh, by the way, the bag of flour and the jar of oil are refilled again, just enough to last another loaf for the next day. And then the same things happens the next day and the day after that. Get the pattern? Just enough. Now there a lesson on sustainability, but hey, that was today's theme.
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