I’ve been saying two things can be true at one time a lot lately.
The reference for that is the woman in 1 or 2 Kings (like I like to say-go search so you can read it for yourself and know that I’m not making it up) welcomed the prophet Elisha into her home.
She was minding all of her business and being hospitable to the man of God.
She didn’t have a child nor did she ask him to pray that her womb would be open. But mans was like you gone have a baby.
And she did.
So this boy is growing and living and thriving.
Then bam. He dies.
Sis was like naaaaaaaah.
Go get me an animal. I’m finna ride out. I’m finna go find this man.
People are worried. She starts out by saying all will be well.
Ma’am. What? *insert Nick Young’s confused face with question marks meme*
Yo baby is dead and you talmbout all will be well?
What I didn’t say is that before she left, she put the boy in the room they had prepared for Elisha for when he was there.
As she got closer to him, she changed her words. Instead of saying all would be well she said all is well.
Whew. The closer she got to the one with the solution the more faith she had to believe.
Sis found him and was like “playa, playa from the Himalayas. This child I didn’t ask you for is dead.”
Elisha was the armor bearer aka assistant for Elijah. He kept this practice up and has a dude named Gehazi.
Gehazi is the reason for alla this. He’s the one who told Elisha sis didn’t have a baby when E was trying to repay their kindness.
G was mad rude and tried to send her away. E was like “nah son. Let her be.”
So E sent G ahead to the house with his staff (wooden cane thing) to try to revive the kid.
Pause. There is so much in that sentence. Jesus died on a piece of wood and revived us for all eternity. Staffs are used by shepherds. David used one and I believe wrote Psalm 23. Jesus is described as a shepherd. So many things in the Old Testament point to Jesus. Also, the disciples attempted to cast out a devil/heal a kid and failed (ion try hard with some of this so y’all will go study for yourself!).
G put the staff on the boy’s face and nothing happened.
E was already on his way behind G with moms.
E goes into his room with the boy and closes the door. Then he prayed.
Next, he does a sophisticated version of CPR. He put all of his body parts, including his mouth, on the boy’s. The boy warmed up.
E left the room and walked the house. He went back and did his lil CPR thing again. The child sneezed seven times then opened his eyes.
Omg. This baby came back to life like Jesus and Lazarus. I’m undone. And let’s not even get lost in the seven of it all.
The woman lost a son she didn’t even ask for. Surely she was vexed and grieved. But he was already a miracle. And she knew how to gain direct access to the Miracle Worker through his servant.
I’d like to think she built an altar. Much like I wrote about Abraham. She knew enough about God, in what was surely distressing, to know He would work it out.
This season is familiar yet…tuh. Two things are definitely true. But something I said on the phone led me to this refrain once again. It reminded me of this woman.
As long as my ACTIONS match my faith and not my feelings.
I’m allowed to feel a way. I said in that convo that even Jesus felt a way. He came to die and still wanted, in His flesh, to avoid the cross.
But He knew He had to do it. So, while something else was also true, He did it.
I know why. So, while my feelings are true, this is the way I have to take. He’s never failed before and He won’t start now. I’m gonna go to my altar.
Go be great. Someone’s counting on it.