August 21, 2025 • 34 mins
# 220 - Elijah: The Still, Small Voice - In this episode of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein, Fresh from fire and victory, Elijah collapses under fear and despair—wondering if his obedience has been wasted. In this episode, discover how God meets the weary prophet not in wind, earthquake, or flame, but in a whisper that still speaks today.
Episode 220 of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein is inspired by the Book of Joshua.
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Today's opening prayer is inspired by Psalm 56:4, In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
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Show Notes:
(01:55) Intro with Yael Eckstein
(02:45) Elijah: The Still, Small Voice
(32:15) Reflection with Yael Eckstein
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Previously on the chosen people.
Speaker 2 (00:03):
Gather the people, every tribe, every elder, every priest, meet.
Speaker 3 (00:09):
Me on Mont Carmel. Bring your your profits of bail,
all four hundred and fifty of them, in settle this
right here, right.
Speaker 4 (00:21):
Now, Ah competition.
Speaker 1 (00:25):
The mountain was packed. Thousands had gathered, pressing against the
rocky slopes, lining the ridges, standing shoulder to shoulder, an me, show.
Speaker 5 (00:38):
Them, wake them, drop them over nath, lend them feet.
Speaker 4 (00:43):
With their own eyes. Without the downs than you.
Speaker 1 (00:50):
All the sky ripped open, the heavens roared, Fire erupted,
crashing down, down, blinding, consuming. In an instant, the flames
consumed everything.
Speaker 5 (01:06):
Seize them for too long they perverted our minds with
witch clapping, no longer not one thing.
Speaker 1 (01:14):
The crowd moved as one Bal's prophets tried to run.
They were tackled, dragged and beaten, Screaming to the river
to judgment. One by one they fell, The water ran red.
Jezebel stood by the window, watching the storm from below.
Speaker 6 (01:37):
So the profit of fires thinks he can toy with
my kingdom, Mark my words, Husband, By this time tomorrow
Elijah will be dead.
Speaker 7 (01:57):
Shallo my friends from here in the Holy Land of Israel.
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Speaker 1 (02:47):
The morning after Mount Carmel was quiet. The hills stretched
golden under the first breath of sunlight, soft and untroubled.
Somewhere in the distance, birds chattered, indifferent to the struggles
of men and kings. Elijah sat outside his home, cross legged,
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his fingers curled around a simple clay cup of watered wine.
He drank slowly, savoring the way the warmth settled in
his chest. This was a moment of peace, calm, long overdue.
For the first time, in years. The tension in his
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body had begun to uncoil. He exhaled, stretching out his legs,
letting the mornings sink into him. He had spent too
long fighting, running, carrying the weight of a prophet's call
like a stone pressed into his ribs. But now, maybe,
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just maybe he could allow himself to believe it had
all meant something. The fire had fallen, the heavens opened,
rain had come, and the people collapsed in worship to Yahoweh.
Even Ahab, that spineless fool had been shaken. Maybe the
war was over. Maybe Israel would finally return. Maybe Jezebel's
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grip had begun to slip. Elijah smirked, raising his cup slightly,
as if toasting the dawn.
Speaker 8 (04:27):
Well, Lord, that was quite the spectacle, wasn't it.
Speaker 4 (04:32):
You got their attention.
Speaker 9 (04:33):
Now.
Speaker 4 (04:35):
I may be wrong, but it seems like perhaps you
are enjoying yourself. I know I was.
Speaker 1 (04:44):
Elijah lifted the cup to his lips, but the quiet
was interrupted by the sound of running A shadow stumbled
into view, a messenger. The boy skidded to a stop
in front of Elijah, clutching his knees, helping down air
in sharp ragged gasps, Elijah a message.
Speaker 9 (05:05):
From the palace.
Speaker 1 (05:06):
Elijah barely glanced up, still swirling the wine in his cup.
Speaker 2 (05:12):
Let me yes Ihab, sending his apologies, or perhaps his summons,
now that he's found his spine.
Speaker 1 (05:20):
The boy didn't answer. His face was too pale, too drawn,
eyes wide with something deeper than exhaustion. He swallowed, then
reached into his robe, pulling out a tightly wound scroll
and thrusting it toward Elijah with unsteady hands. Elijah took
it without urgency, still half convinced this was the formal
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letter of surrender he had been waiting for, But when
his fingers curled around the parchment, he hesitated. It was rough,
not the usual soft scrolls of the palace scribes. This
was cruder, thicker, like something torn from old skin rather
than woven from reeds, and it was stained dark red.
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Elijah's pulse slowed and his contented smirk faded. He unrolled it.
The letters were harsh, jagged, carved, more than written, as
though the hand that had scrawled them had been trembling,
not with fear but with rage. Elijah's eyes traced the words,
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Elijah of tish Bee know this.
Speaker 10 (06:37):
By this time tomorrow, your blood will stain the earth.
Your bones will lie on buried. Your flesh will be
torn by the same vultures that beasted on my priests.
The sun will set on your corpse, and when it does,
I will smile. You will not die a hero, You
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will not die a martyr. You will die as a
man abandoned, screaming for a god who will not answer,
and only the rats will mourn you. When you take
your last breath, Know this, your name will be ash
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and your God will be forgotten.
Speaker 1 (07:26):
Elijah's breath hitched. The parchment trembled in his grip.
Speaker 9 (07:32):
Why is right?
Speaker 1 (07:36):
The boy swallowed. His voice when it came was barely
more than a whisper. That's not ink, my lord. What
The messenger's hands clenched into fists. His voice trembled. It's blood,
the blood of the prophets of Paul. Elijah went white,
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his stomach lurched, his legs felt suddenly hollow beneath him.
His fingers slackened, and the parchment drifted to the ground,
curling slightly at the edges, like something still alive. He
didn't think, didn't speak, didn't breathe, He just ran the hills, blurred,
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pasted him, his body moving on something beyond instinct, beyond thought,
something primal and urgent and stupid, because running was useless,
wasn't it. He could run across the whole world and
still wake up with her voice echoing in his ears.
He could cross the sea and hide in the cliffs
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of Tire, and still Jezebel would reach him. The fire
of Carmel hadn't moved her to repentance. It had only
stirred her to anger, false mean, sonifire.
Speaker 5 (08:56):
They saw this storm, they saw it all, and yet
they still bow to Jezebel.
Speaker 4 (09:00):
What is wrong with these people?
Speaker 1 (09:02):
His breath came in ragged bursts, his ribs aching with
every step, his mind an unspooling tangle of rage and
confusion and something else, something deeper, something darker. Ahab had
been a fool from the beginning, but he was weak.
Jezebel was something else. She did not hesitate, she did
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not kneel, she did not fear, And the worst part
was that maybe she was right. Maybe this was what
the world really was. Maybe Yahue could burn altars and
split seas and call down plagues and people would still
do what people always did.
Speaker 4 (09:50):
What did Boss say? These people are stiff necks as.
Speaker 1 (09:54):
The words stiffness.
Speaker 4 (09:56):
Oh blind.
Speaker 5 (09:57):
They've seen, they've seen everything, and he still do not believe.
Speaker 1 (10:02):
The Lord had worn them again and again, through Moses,
through the judges, through David, through Elijah himself, he had
shown them, Yet still they rebelled idiots.
Speaker 4 (10:16):
You claim yahweh with its convenience. The second Jesivee speaks.
Speaker 5 (10:21):
You'll go back to your filth, back your asherables, back
your pale feasts, your apologies, your fideless, fideless, cowardly excuses
for worship.
Speaker 4 (10:31):
How many times musty Lord prove himself to you?
Speaker 1 (10:35):
His legs faltered, his knees hid the dirt, his lungs burned,
his arms shook a single, lonely boon tree, barely cast
enough shade to soften the heat, but he crawled under it,
burying his face in his hands, shouting, now, wild, raw,
furious enough.
Speaker 4 (10:58):
I can't do this anymore?
Speaker 1 (11:00):
Do you hear me? Lord?
Speaker 2 (11:01):
Like that?
Speaker 1 (11:02):
Donny? His voice cracked, but he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop,
not until he had said it all.
Speaker 4 (11:10):
This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is why
you can't me now waste my life on these people?
Wouldn't tell to watch.
Speaker 2 (11:19):
The bunder knees one day and break their boughs the next.
Speaker 4 (11:24):
Moses wasting his time? Dog was judge for all of us.
Did you know when you split the sea that they
were still chase.
Speaker 5 (11:34):
Up for every false goding of jars with their filthy
little hands.
Speaker 1 (11:40):
The wind hissed over the sand, carrying his words nowhere.
Elijah's chest heaved in anger. He was wrong, of course,
Ober Deer and many others had remained faithful, but Elijah,
in his grief, felt completely alone. He let himself collapse,
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dust and sweat streaking his face, silence, and then a
hand reached out and touched his shoulder, warm, solid, reassuring.
That's a bit dramatic, don't you think. Elijah flinched so
hard he nearly threw himself sideways. A man was kneeling
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next to him. No, not just a man. He was
young or old, a stranger yet familiar. His robes were plain,
his face was knowing, amused, affectionate. The smirk at the
edge of his mouth made something in Elijah's already frayed mind. Snap,
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who are you the man? Gestured lazily to a rock
beside them. There was bread, fresh warm, next to it
of water.
Speaker 4 (13:01):
Eat, drink A little food would do you well?
Speaker 1 (13:06):
Elijah just stared. Go on, You'll need.
Speaker 11 (13:09):
Your strength for all the flailing and whining you plan
on doing later.
Speaker 1 (13:14):
Elijah's mouth opened, nothing came out. His mind was still reeling,
still caught between his grief and his rage. He hesitated,
what you think I poisoned it? Do you always act
like this when someone gives you food? I sent the crows.
You seemed to get along with them, just fine. Elijah scowled,
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reaching for the bread without thinking it was soft.
Speaker 6 (13:42):
He ate.
Speaker 1 (13:44):
The warmth filled his stomach, slow and steady, the first
real thing he had felt in days. He drank. It
was pleasant, if only for a moment. The man watched him,
grinning like he had been waiting for this exact moment.
Speaker 8 (14:02):
Better, maybe God, now sleep, You've got a long journey
ahead of you.
Speaker 1 (14:16):
For forty days and forty nights, Elijah had wandered through
the wilderness, driven by hunger, fear, and something deeper, nameless, gnawing,
pulling him forward. Mount Horror loomed before him, dark against
the endless sky. The air here was different, thicker, heavy
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with the weight of things too ancient to name. This
was no mere mountain. It was a graveyard of past revelations.
This was where Moses had stood, where the Lord had
split the heavens in thunder and glory. This was where
the Law had been carved into stone. Elijah approached a
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large cave carved by the wind, somewhere between the base
and its peak. He stepped inside, sat and waited. Suddenly,
in the stillness, a voice came, what.
Speaker 9 (15:17):
Are you doing here, Elijah?
Speaker 1 (15:21):
Elijah exhaled sharply, his whole body tensed. The voice had
been neither harsh nor condemning, just a question, simple and direct,
but something in it unraveled him.
Speaker 4 (15:35):
Oh, I was worse that I thought you knew everything.
Speaker 1 (15:41):
A flicker of shame curled in his chest. Had he
just spoken to the Lord like that? He bit the
inside of his cheek, glancing down, his hands loosening for
half a breath. Irreverence burned on his tongue, bitter, unworthy.
But then he recalled all he had been through. His
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voice wavered, then rose hot, furious, undone, My.
Speaker 4 (16:08):
God, I have been very zealous for you. I fought
for you, stood alone for you, And what has that
got in me?
Speaker 12 (16:17):
Oh?
Speaker 5 (16:17):
Israel has forsaken your covenant, tore down your.
Speaker 4 (16:21):
Art, has murdered your prophets. I am the last one left,
and now they want me dead too. You're asking me
what I'm doing here? Lord? What are you doing here?
Speaker 1 (16:35):
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
His voice cracked, his chest heaved. Elijah waited, wondering if
this was the moment he would die. But his words
were met with silence. Not fire, not brimstone, just silence.
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Elijah's heart pounded against his ribs. His breath was sharp, unsteady.
He braced himself. Suddenly, the Lord spoke.
Speaker 9 (17:06):
Go out and stand on the mountain before me. I
have something I wish for you to see.
Speaker 1 (17:15):
Elijah's breath hitched, his pulse stammered. He knew what this meant.
He had read of Moses of Sinai. He had read
of the cloud and the fire, and the trembling of
the earth when the presence of the Almighty moved. He
had read of how even the great prophet had been
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forced to turn away, shielded in the cleft of the rock,
because to see Yahueh was to die. His feet moved forward, slow, deliberate.
He did not cower, He did not shield his face.
Let it come. Let the wind split the sky, Let
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the fire consume him. Let the ground cracked beneath his feet.
Let yahoeh take him. He stepped forward. The wind came first.
It howled down the mountainside, a living thing, a force
with teeth. It roared past him, tearing into the rock,
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ripping it apart. In wall, stones cracked and shattered to breom,
flying in every direction. It screamed with a sound that
did not belong to the earth, a sound that felt
like it was ripping the world apart. Elijah staggered back,
hands raised to shield his face, his heart pounding wildly,
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his breath hitched. His whole body was tense.
Speaker 4 (18:47):
This is its sun.
Speaker 1 (18:54):
The wind shrieked, it raged, it broke the mountain, and
then silence, and Yahue was not there. Elijah's stomach twisted,
his hands dropped slowly. He swallowed hard. He barely had
time to process the disappointment before the earthquake came. The
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ground beneath him lurched, cracked and split. The whole mountain shook,
the rocks beneath his feet rolling, He had to brace
himself against the wall of the cave, his legs bubbling,
his breath stolen from him.
Speaker 4 (19:36):
Used, Yes, this is it. The fire.
Speaker 3 (19:42):
Smorembling, suddenly his shots.
Speaker 4 (19:47):
I am ready.
Speaker 1 (19:48):
The quake rumbled and roared, and then it stopped. The
dust settled, the mountain stood still, and Yahuere was not there.
Elijah let out a sharp breath. His chest tight he clenched,
his jaw.
Speaker 12 (20:08):
Wasn't tall inspectors, the sea split, the cloud of fire,
the mountain in flames.
Speaker 4 (20:19):
Mortals need is spectable face.
Speaker 2 (20:23):
Without it, they run back to their idols like dogs
to feel.
Speaker 4 (20:29):
Where are you?
Speaker 1 (20:30):
And then the fire came hid. It rose before him, searing,
blinding and pure. It licked at the air, twisting, raging.
It was a consuming force. The heat alone should have
killed him.
Speaker 4 (20:48):
Yes, yes, Lord, here you are. I do it legg me, Lord,
I've ready.
Speaker 1 (20:55):
And then the fire faded. Yahwere was not there, and
something inside Elijah broke. His fists clenched, his throat tightened,
his heart hammered. But it wasn't in Awe anymore. It
was rage.
Speaker 4 (21:15):
Where are you? Where is your voice?
Speaker 5 (21:18):
I'm seeing you, said fire, I'm saying.
Speaker 4 (21:20):
You stop the rain.
Speaker 2 (21:22):
I've seen you strike down the prophets of Bell and
Spldney waters before Moses.
Speaker 4 (21:27):
Where are you?
Speaker 1 (21:30):
There was a long stretch of silence. Then suddenly there
was a breath, a hush, a whisper, a still small voice. Elijah,
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Elijah froze when the Lord said his name. It wasn't booming,
it wasn't thundering, it wasn't consuming, but it was near.
And in the stillness, in the quiet, in the absence
of fury and spectacle, Elijah felt something he had not
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felt since he was a little boy. He felt the
tenderness of God. He didn't feel like the renowned prophet
of fire. He felt like a child wrapped in his
father's embrace being hushed to calm after a tantrum. Elijah's
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whole body talt with anxiety and rage, began to loosen.
His knees hid the earth, And then, in the silence
he felt it. His calloused heart began to soften. Tears
stunned the corners of Elijah's eyes.
Speaker 9 (22:56):
You were not alone, Elijah, He'll never have been.
Speaker 1 (23:02):
Elijah thought about the ravens, the stream, the fire, and
the widow's son of course, he'd never been alone. Elijah
just pressed his forehead to the dirt and listened.
Speaker 9 (23:19):
Your mission is not over, girl, annoyed has ale As,
king over a arm, annoyed Jail, son of Nimshi, king
over Israel. He will be my hand against the house
of a Ab. He will strike them down, and not
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one of them shall escape.
Speaker 1 (23:44):
The prophecy of judgment sent a flicker of something electric
through Elijah's exhausted mind. Ahab Jezebel, their stolen vineyard, their
slaughtered prophets, their golden eyes, idols gleaming in the filth
of Samaria. Elijah's breath hitched. He had thought it was over,
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and thought he would die in a cave, bitter and forgotten.
But here God was giving him hope that good could
actually triumph over evil.
Speaker 9 (24:20):
Elosia, son of Chaffrat, shall be a provid in raw place.
Speaker 1 (24:28):
So you aren't done burning things down yet, not yet.
Elijah wiped his face. He stood, He turned toward the
path ahead, and he walked. Elisha had always known the land.
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His father's fields stretched wide, their furrows deep, the soil
dark and rich beneath his hands. It was a good life,
a steady life, the kind of life most men dreamed of,
with its quiet certainties, oxen in their yoke, the slow
rhythm of plowing, the knowledge that seasons turned as they
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always had, as they always would. He had spent his
youth with his hands in the dirt and his mind
in the scrolls, learning the laws of Moses by lamplight,
whispering the psalms under his breath while the oxen pulled forward.
But the truth, the truth he had never said aloud,
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was that the steady life had never quite fit him.
The land was good, the work was good, but some
restless thing inside him had never stopped looking toward the horizon.
He had read of Abraham, Joseph, Moses, Joshua, and David,
of the men who went. He had wondered what it
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would be like to be called to leave, to follow,
to live a life where God's voice was not a
story in the past, but a presence in the present.
The plow dug into the soil, the wooden yoke creaking
under the strength of the twelve yoked oxen. Elishah squinted
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against the sun, dust curling in the dry wind. Another day,
another field. Then suddenly he saw a tall, wild haired
figure walking straight toward him from the horizon. Elisha blinked.
The man did not slow, did not stop, did not
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announce himself. He just walked right up to Elisha without
a word, and unceremoniously threw a cloak onto him. It
landed across his shop like a verdict. Elisha stared at it,
then at the man.
Speaker 11 (27:06):
Hello, there, may I help you.
Speaker 1 (27:10):
The man, if he could even be called that, stared
back at Elisha with eyes of fire. There was something
unearthly about him, something almost elemental. The man tilted his
head slightly. His beard was thick, his eyes sharp, his
robes dustained and travel worn.
Speaker 2 (27:33):
No, no, I think it is you who will be
helping me.
Speaker 11 (27:38):
Ah, of course, naturally, a mysterious, wild eyed man throws
a cloak over me, and now I'm his assistant.
Speaker 2 (27:47):
Ha ha, apprentice, disciple, prophet in training, herald of the
Empire's doom.
Speaker 4 (27:56):
Take your pick.
Speaker 1 (27:58):
Elisha ran a hand and down the fabric draped over him.
It was rough, woven, heavy. There was something ancient about it,
something that carried weight beyond its threads. A thought flickered
in his mind, sharp and sudden. This was the mantle
of a prophet. His chest tightened, his breath came short,
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and then it clicked. The wild eyes, the sunbeaten face,
the dust caked robes, the eyes of fire. He knew
who this was, Elijah. The name landed like a stone
in his gut. This was Elijah, the tishbite, Elijah, the
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prophet of fire, Elijah, the slayer of Baal's priests, Elijah
who called down flames from the heavens and rain from
an empty sky. Elijah, whom Ahab feared, whom Jezebel hated,
whom Jahwere had chosen. Elisha straightened beneath the weight of
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the man, for the weight of the moment. He swallowed hard,
steadying himself.
Speaker 8 (29:15):
Let me ask you this, Elisha, does your blood not boil?
See how Ahab ravagedes this land, How Jezebel paints her
face and plays queen well Israel falls into ruin.
Speaker 1 (29:29):
Elisha exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable, then tilted his head
as if considering something.
Speaker 11 (29:37):
I imagine it takes her longer to get ready in
the morning than it does for Ahab to lose a battle.
Speaker 1 (29:43):
Elijah blinked, then grinned a wild grin.
Speaker 4 (29:47):
I like you so.
Speaker 3 (29:51):
Are you mean?
Speaker 1 (29:52):
Elisha only nodded, adjusting the cloak around his shoulders.
Speaker 4 (29:57):
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Speaker 11 (29:59):
I only let me go kiss my father and mother goodbye.
Speaker 4 (30:03):
Then I will follow you.
Speaker 1 (30:05):
Elijah shrugged, the smirk still lingering at the corner of
his mouth.
Speaker 4 (30:11):
You're go ahead, Kis, whoever you want? What have I
done to you that remains to be seen?
Speaker 9 (30:18):
Oh?
Speaker 4 (30:19):
You're quick, This will be fun.
Speaker 1 (30:23):
Elisha had spent his whole life behind the plow. It
was his father's before him, and his father's before that.
It was stability, It was tradition. It was the kind
of thing that men were supposed to hold onto. Elisha
burned it. He slaughtered the oxen, broke apart the plow,
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and lit it all ablaze. The fire roared, snapping at
the air, the scent of roasting meat rising with the smoke.
The entire village gathered, the smell to invite to ignore.
They ate, They feasted. They watched as Elisha, son of Shafat,
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walked away from his family's fields forever because there was
no going back. Because Elisha knew when Yahweh called, you
do not hesitate. Because a prophet's life was not a
life of safety or comfort or return. It was a
life of fire, and Elishah was ready. As Elisha and
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his new master walked away from the smoking fields, silence
stretched between him, a good silence, the kind that meant
something had shifted. A new hope was dawning in Israel.
Yahue was on the move. Elisha pulled the mantle tighter
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around his shoulders and turned to his master with a grin.
Speaker 11 (32:00):
I ja delai Shah. Well, I'm sure that won't get
confusing at all.
Speaker 4 (32:09):
You've got some with in you in this line of work.
You'll need it.
Speaker 7 (32:17):
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leave you with the biblical blessing from numbers six IV.
Hashem vishmerechra yeah Heir hashempanave ele y sa hashempanavelera.
Speaker 1 (32:46):
Shalon.
Speaker 7 (32:47):
May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the
Lord make his face shine upon you. May he be
gracious to you. Made the Lord turn his face towards
you and give you peace.
Speaker 1 (32:59):
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Speaker 2 (00:03):
Gather the people, every tribe, every elder, every priest, meet.
Speaker 3 (00:09):
Me on Mont Carmel. Bring your your profits of bail,
all four hundred and fifty of them, in settle this
right here, right.
Speaker 4 (00:21):
Now, Ah competition.
Speaker 1 (00:25):
The mountain was packed. Thousands had gathered, pressing against the
rocky slopes, lining the ridges, standing shoulder to shoulder, an me, show.
Speaker 5 (00:38):
Them, wake them, drop them over nath, lend them feet.
Speaker 4 (00:43):
With their own eyes. Without the downs than you.
Speaker 1 (00:50):
All the sky ripped open, the heavens roared, Fire erupted,
crashing down, down, blinding, consuming. In an instant, the flames
consumed everything.
Speaker 5 (01:06):
Seize them for too long they perverted our minds with
witch clapping, no longer not one thing.
Speaker 1 (01:14):
The crowd moved as one Bal's prophets tried to run.
They were tackled, dragged and beaten, Screaming to the river
to judgment. One by one they fell, The water ran red.
Jezebel stood by the window, watching the storm from below.
Speaker 6 (01:37):
So the profit of fires thinks he can toy with
my kingdom, Mark my words, Husband, By this time tomorrow
Elijah will be dead.
Speaker 7 (01:57):
Shallo my friends from here in the Holy Land of Israel.
I'm ya l Exstein with the International Fellowship of Christians
and Jews and welcome to the Chosen People. Each day
we'll hear a dramatic story inspired by the Bible, stories
filled with timeless lessons of faith, love, and the meaning
of life. Through Israel's story, we will find this truth
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visit IFCJ dot org. Let's begin.
Speaker 1 (02:47):
The morning after Mount Carmel was quiet. The hills stretched
golden under the first breath of sunlight, soft and untroubled.
Somewhere in the distance, birds chattered, indifferent to the struggles
of men and kings. Elijah sat outside his home, cross legged,
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his fingers curled around a simple clay cup of watered wine.
He drank slowly, savoring the way the warmth settled in
his chest. This was a moment of peace, calm, long overdue.
For the first time, in years. The tension in his
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body had begun to uncoil. He exhaled, stretching out his legs,
letting the mornings sink into him. He had spent too
long fighting, running, carrying the weight of a prophet's call
like a stone pressed into his ribs. But now, maybe,
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just maybe he could allow himself to believe it had
all meant something. The fire had fallen, the heavens opened,
rain had come, and the people collapsed in worship to Yahoweh.
Even Ahab, that spineless fool had been shaken. Maybe the
war was over. Maybe Israel would finally return. Maybe Jezebel's
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grip had begun to slip. Elijah smirked, raising his cup slightly,
as if toasting the dawn.
Speaker 8 (04:27):
Well, Lord, that was quite the spectacle, wasn't it.
Speaker 4 (04:32):
You got their attention.
Speaker 9 (04:33):
Now.
Speaker 4 (04:35):
I may be wrong, but it seems like perhaps you
are enjoying yourself. I know I was.
Speaker 1 (04:44):
Elijah lifted the cup to his lips, but the quiet
was interrupted by the sound of running A shadow stumbled
into view, a messenger. The boy skidded to a stop
in front of Elijah, clutching his knees, helping down air
in sharp ragged gasps, Elijah a message.
Speaker 9 (05:05):
From the palace.
Speaker 1 (05:06):
Elijah barely glanced up, still swirling the wine in his cup.
Speaker 2 (05:12):
Let me yes Ihab, sending his apologies, or perhaps his summons,
now that he's found his spine.
Speaker 1 (05:20):
The boy didn't answer. His face was too pale, too drawn,
eyes wide with something deeper than exhaustion. He swallowed, then
reached into his robe, pulling out a tightly wound scroll
and thrusting it toward Elijah with unsteady hands. Elijah took
it without urgency, still half convinced this was the formal
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letter of surrender he had been waiting for, But when
his fingers curled around the parchment, he hesitated. It was rough,
not the usual soft scrolls of the palace scribes. This
was cruder, thicker, like something torn from old skin rather
than woven from reeds, and it was stained dark red.
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Elijah's pulse slowed and his contented smirk faded. He unrolled it.
The letters were harsh, jagged, carved, more than written, as
though the hand that had scrawled them had been trembling,
not with fear but with rage. Elijah's eyes traced the words,
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Elijah of tish Bee know this.
Speaker 10 (06:37):
By this time tomorrow, your blood will stain the earth.
Your bones will lie on buried. Your flesh will be
torn by the same vultures that beasted on my priests.
The sun will set on your corpse, and when it does,
I will smile. You will not die a hero, You
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will not die a martyr. You will die as a
man abandoned, screaming for a god who will not answer,
and only the rats will mourn you. When you take
your last breath, Know this, your name will be ash
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and your God will be forgotten.
Speaker 1 (07:26):
Elijah's breath hitched. The parchment trembled in his grip.
Speaker 9 (07:32):
Why is right?
Speaker 1 (07:36):
The boy swallowed. His voice when it came was barely
more than a whisper. That's not ink, my lord. What
The messenger's hands clenched into fists. His voice trembled. It's blood,
the blood of the prophets of Paul. Elijah went white,
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his stomach lurched, his legs felt suddenly hollow beneath him.
His fingers slackened, and the parchment drifted to the ground,
curling slightly at the edges, like something still alive. He
didn't think, didn't speak, didn't breathe, He just ran the hills, blurred,
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pasted him, his body moving on something beyond instinct, beyond thought,
something primal and urgent and stupid, because running was useless,
wasn't it. He could run across the whole world and
still wake up with her voice echoing in his ears.
He could cross the sea and hide in the cliffs
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of Tire, and still Jezebel would reach him. The fire
of Carmel hadn't moved her to repentance. It had only
stirred her to anger, false mean, sonifire.
Speaker 5 (08:56):
They saw this storm, they saw it all, and yet
they still bow to Jezebel.
Speaker 4 (09:00):
What is wrong with these people?
Speaker 1 (09:02):
His breath came in ragged bursts, his ribs aching with
every step, his mind an unspooling tangle of rage and
confusion and something else, something deeper, something darker. Ahab had
been a fool from the beginning, but he was weak.
Jezebel was something else. She did not hesitate, she did
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not kneel, she did not fear, And the worst part
was that maybe she was right. Maybe this was what
the world really was. Maybe Yahue could burn altars and
split seas and call down plagues and people would still
do what people always did.
Speaker 4 (09:50):
What did Boss say? These people are stiff necks as.
Speaker 1 (09:54):
The words stiffness.
Speaker 4 (09:56):
Oh blind.
Speaker 5 (09:57):
They've seen, they've seen everything, and he still do not believe.
Speaker 1 (10:02):
The Lord had worn them again and again, through Moses,
through the judges, through David, through Elijah himself, he had
shown them, Yet still they rebelled idiots.
Speaker 4 (10:16):
You claim yahweh with its convenience. The second Jesivee speaks.
Speaker 5 (10:21):
You'll go back to your filth, back your asherables, back
your pale feasts, your apologies, your fideless, fideless, cowardly excuses
for worship.
Speaker 4 (10:31):
How many times musty Lord prove himself to you?
Speaker 1 (10:35):
His legs faltered, his knees hid the dirt, his lungs burned,
his arms shook a single, lonely boon tree, barely cast
enough shade to soften the heat, but he crawled under it,
burying his face in his hands, shouting, now, wild, raw,
furious enough.
Speaker 4 (10:58):
I can't do this anymore?
Speaker 1 (11:00):
Do you hear me? Lord?
Speaker 2 (11:01):
Like that?
Speaker 1 (11:02):
Donny? His voice cracked, but he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop,
not until he had said it all.
Speaker 4 (11:10):
This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is why
you can't me now waste my life on these people?
Wouldn't tell to watch.
Speaker 2 (11:19):
The bunder knees one day and break their boughs the next.
Speaker 4 (11:24):
Moses wasting his time? Dog was judge for all of us.
Did you know when you split the sea that they
were still chase.
Speaker 5 (11:34):
Up for every false goding of jars with their filthy
little hands.
Speaker 1 (11:40):
The wind hissed over the sand, carrying his words nowhere.
Elijah's chest heaved in anger. He was wrong, of course,
Ober Deer and many others had remained faithful, but Elijah,
in his grief, felt completely alone. He let himself collapse,
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dust and sweat streaking his face, silence, and then a
hand reached out and touched his shoulder, warm, solid, reassuring.
That's a bit dramatic, don't you think. Elijah flinched so
hard he nearly threw himself sideways. A man was kneeling
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next to him. No, not just a man. He was
young or old, a stranger yet familiar. His robes were plain,
his face was knowing, amused, affectionate. The smirk at the
edge of his mouth made something in Elijah's already frayed mind. Snap,
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who are you the man? Gestured lazily to a rock
beside them. There was bread, fresh warm, next to it
of water.
Speaker 4 (13:01):
Eat, drink A little food would do you well?
Speaker 1 (13:06):
Elijah just stared. Go on, You'll need.
Speaker 11 (13:09):
Your strength for all the flailing and whining you plan
on doing later.
Speaker 1 (13:14):
Elijah's mouth opened, nothing came out. His mind was still reeling,
still caught between his grief and his rage. He hesitated,
what you think I poisoned it? Do you always act
like this when someone gives you food? I sent the crows.
You seemed to get along with them, just fine. Elijah scowled,
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reaching for the bread without thinking it was soft.
Speaker 6 (13:42):
He ate.
Speaker 1 (13:44):
The warmth filled his stomach, slow and steady, the first
real thing he had felt in days. He drank. It
was pleasant, if only for a moment. The man watched him,
grinning like he had been waiting for this exact moment.
Speaker 8 (14:02):
Better, maybe God, now sleep, You've got a long journey
ahead of you.
Speaker 1 (14:16):
For forty days and forty nights, Elijah had wandered through
the wilderness, driven by hunger, fear, and something deeper, nameless, gnawing,
pulling him forward. Mount Horror loomed before him, dark against
the endless sky. The air here was different, thicker, heavy
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with the weight of things too ancient to name. This
was no mere mountain. It was a graveyard of past revelations.
This was where Moses had stood, where the Lord had
split the heavens in thunder and glory. This was where
the Law had been carved into stone. Elijah approached a
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large cave carved by the wind, somewhere between the base
and its peak. He stepped inside, sat and waited. Suddenly,
in the stillness, a voice came, what.
Speaker 9 (15:17):
Are you doing here, Elijah?
Speaker 1 (15:21):
Elijah exhaled sharply, his whole body tensed. The voice had
been neither harsh nor condemning, just a question, simple and direct,
but something in it unraveled him.
Speaker 4 (15:35):
Oh, I was worse that I thought you knew everything.
Speaker 1 (15:41):
A flicker of shame curled in his chest. Had he
just spoken to the Lord like that? He bit the
inside of his cheek, glancing down, his hands loosening for
half a breath. Irreverence burned on his tongue, bitter, unworthy.
But then he recalled all he had been through. His
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voice wavered, then rose hot, furious, undone, My.
Speaker 4 (16:08):
God, I have been very zealous for you. I fought
for you, stood alone for you, And what has that
got in me?
Speaker 12 (16:17):
Oh?
Speaker 5 (16:17):
Israel has forsaken your covenant, tore down your.
Speaker 4 (16:21):
Art, has murdered your prophets. I am the last one left,
and now they want me dead too. You're asking me
what I'm doing here? Lord? What are you doing here?
Speaker 1 (16:35):
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
His voice cracked, his chest heaved. Elijah waited, wondering if
this was the moment he would die. But his words
were met with silence. Not fire, not brimstone, just silence.
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Elijah's heart pounded against his ribs. His breath was sharp, unsteady.
He braced himself. Suddenly, the Lord spoke.
Speaker 9 (17:06):
Go out and stand on the mountain before me. I
have something I wish for you to see.
Speaker 1 (17:15):
Elijah's breath hitched, his pulse stammered. He knew what this meant.
He had read of Moses of Sinai. He had read
of the cloud and the fire, and the trembling of
the earth when the presence of the Almighty moved. He
had read of how even the great prophet had been
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forced to turn away, shielded in the cleft of the rock,
because to see Yahueh was to die. His feet moved forward, slow, deliberate.
He did not cower, He did not shield his face.
Let it come. Let the wind split the sky, Let
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the fire consume him. Let the ground cracked beneath his feet.
Let yahoeh take him. He stepped forward. The wind came first.
It howled down the mountainside, a living thing, a force
with teeth. It roared past him, tearing into the rock,
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ripping it apart. In wall, stones cracked and shattered to breom,
flying in every direction. It screamed with a sound that
did not belong to the earth, a sound that felt
like it was ripping the world apart. Elijah staggered back,
hands raised to shield his face, his heart pounding wildly,
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his breath hitched. His whole body was tense.
Speaker 4 (18:47):
This is its sun.
Speaker 1 (18:54):
The wind shrieked, it raged, it broke the mountain, and
then silence, and Yahue was not there. Elijah's stomach twisted,
his hands dropped slowly. He swallowed hard. He barely had
time to process the disappointment before the earthquake came. The
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ground beneath him lurched, cracked and split. The whole mountain shook,
the rocks beneath his feet rolling, He had to brace
himself against the wall of the cave, his legs bubbling,
his breath stolen from him.
Speaker 4 (19:36):
Used, Yes, this is it. The fire.
Speaker 3 (19:42):
Smorembling, suddenly his shots.
Speaker 4 (19:47):
I am ready.
Speaker 1 (19:48):
The quake rumbled and roared, and then it stopped. The
dust settled, the mountain stood still, and Yahuere was not there.
Elijah let out a sharp breath. His chest tight he clenched,
his jaw.
Speaker 12 (20:08):
Wasn't tall inspectors, the sea split, the cloud of fire,
the mountain in flames.
Speaker 4 (20:19):
Mortals need is spectable face.
Speaker 2 (20:23):
Without it, they run back to their idols like dogs
to feel.
Speaker 4 (20:29):
Where are you?
Speaker 1 (20:30):
And then the fire came hid. It rose before him, searing,
blinding and pure. It licked at the air, twisting, raging.
It was a consuming force. The heat alone should have
killed him.
Speaker 4 (20:48):
Yes, yes, Lord, here you are. I do it legg me, Lord,
I've ready.
Speaker 1 (20:55):
And then the fire faded. Yahwere was not there, and
something inside Elijah broke. His fists clenched, his throat tightened,
his heart hammered. But it wasn't in Awe anymore. It
was rage.
Speaker 4 (21:15):
Where are you? Where is your voice?
Speaker 5 (21:18):
I'm seeing you, said fire, I'm saying.
Speaker 4 (21:20):
You stop the rain.
Speaker 2 (21:22):
I've seen you strike down the prophets of Bell and
Spldney waters before Moses.
Speaker 4 (21:27):
Where are you?
Speaker 1 (21:30):
There was a long stretch of silence. Then suddenly there
was a breath, a hush, a whisper, a still small voice. Elijah,
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Elijah froze when the Lord said his name. It wasn't booming,
it wasn't thundering, it wasn't consuming, but it was near.
And in the stillness, in the quiet, in the absence
of fury and spectacle, Elijah felt something he had not
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felt since he was a little boy. He felt the
tenderness of God. He didn't feel like the renowned prophet
of fire. He felt like a child wrapped in his
father's embrace being hushed to calm after a tantrum. Elijah's
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whole body talt with anxiety and rage, began to loosen.
His knees hid the earth, And then, in the silence
he felt it. His calloused heart began to soften. Tears
stunned the corners of Elijah's eyes.
Speaker 9 (22:56):
You were not alone, Elijah, He'll never have been.
Speaker 1 (23:02):
Elijah thought about the ravens, the stream, the fire, and
the widow's son of course, he'd never been alone. Elijah
just pressed his forehead to the dirt and listened.
Speaker 9 (23:19):
Your mission is not over, girl, annoyed has ale As,
king over a arm, annoyed Jail, son of Nimshi, king
over Israel. He will be my hand against the house
of a Ab. He will strike them down, and not
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one of them shall escape.
Speaker 1 (23:44):
The prophecy of judgment sent a flicker of something electric
through Elijah's exhausted mind. Ahab Jezebel, their stolen vineyard, their
slaughtered prophets, their golden eyes, idols gleaming in the filth
of Samaria. Elijah's breath hitched. He had thought it was over,
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and thought he would die in a cave, bitter and forgotten.
But here God was giving him hope that good could
actually triumph over evil.
Speaker 9 (24:20):
Elosia, son of Chaffrat, shall be a provid in raw place.
Speaker 1 (24:28):
So you aren't done burning things down yet, not yet.
Elijah wiped his face. He stood, He turned toward the
path ahead, and he walked. Elisha had always known the land.
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His father's fields stretched wide, their furrows deep, the soil
dark and rich beneath his hands. It was a good life,
a steady life, the kind of life most men dreamed of,
with its quiet certainties, oxen in their yoke, the slow
rhythm of plowing, the knowledge that seasons turned as they
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always had, as they always would. He had spent his
youth with his hands in the dirt and his mind
in the scrolls, learning the laws of Moses by lamplight,
whispering the psalms under his breath while the oxen pulled forward.
But the truth, the truth he had never said aloud,
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was that the steady life had never quite fit him.
The land was good, the work was good, but some
restless thing inside him had never stopped looking toward the horizon.
He had read of Abraham, Joseph, Moses, Joshua, and David,
of the men who went. He had wondered what it
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would be like to be called to leave, to follow,
to live a life where God's voice was not a
story in the past, but a presence in the present.
The plow dug into the soil, the wooden yoke creaking
under the strength of the twelve yoked oxen. Elishah squinted
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against the sun, dust curling in the dry wind. Another day,
another field. Then suddenly he saw a tall, wild haired
figure walking straight toward him from the horizon. Elisha blinked.
The man did not slow, did not stop, did not
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announce himself. He just walked right up to Elisha without
a word, and unceremoniously threw a cloak onto him. It
landed across his shop like a verdict. Elisha stared at it,
then at the man.
Speaker 11 (27:06):
Hello, there, may I help you.
Speaker 1 (27:10):
The man, if he could even be called that, stared
back at Elisha with eyes of fire. There was something
unearthly about him, something almost elemental. The man tilted his
head slightly. His beard was thick, his eyes sharp, his
robes dustained and travel worn.
Speaker 2 (27:33):
No, no, I think it is you who will be
helping me.
Speaker 11 (27:38):
Ah, of course, naturally, a mysterious, wild eyed man throws
a cloak over me, and now I'm his assistant.
Speaker 2 (27:47):
Ha ha, apprentice, disciple, prophet in training, herald of the
Empire's doom.
Speaker 4 (27:56):
Take your pick.
Speaker 1 (27:58):
Elisha ran a hand and down the fabric draped over him.
It was rough, woven, heavy. There was something ancient about it,
something that carried weight beyond its threads. A thought flickered
in his mind, sharp and sudden. This was the mantle
of a prophet. His chest tightened, his breath came short,
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and then it clicked. The wild eyes, the sunbeaten face,
the dust caked robes, the eyes of fire. He knew
who this was, Elijah. The name landed like a stone
in his gut. This was Elijah, the tishbite, Elijah, the
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prophet of fire, Elijah, the slayer of Baal's priests, Elijah
who called down flames from the heavens and rain from
an empty sky. Elijah, whom Ahab feared, whom Jezebel hated,
whom Jahwere had chosen. Elisha straightened beneath the weight of
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the man, for the weight of the moment. He swallowed hard,
steadying himself.
Speaker 8 (29:15):
Let me ask you this, Elisha, does your blood not boil?
See how Ahab ravagedes this land, How Jezebel paints her
face and plays queen well Israel falls into ruin.
Speaker 1 (29:29):
Elisha exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable, then tilted his head
as if considering something.
Speaker 11 (29:37):
I imagine it takes her longer to get ready in
the morning than it does for Ahab to lose a battle.
Speaker 1 (29:43):
Elijah blinked, then grinned a wild grin.
Speaker 4 (29:47):
I like you so.
Speaker 3 (29:51):
Are you mean?
Speaker 1 (29:52):
Elisha only nodded, adjusting the cloak around his shoulders.
Speaker 4 (29:57):
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Speaker 11 (29:59):
I only let me go kiss my father and mother goodbye.
Speaker 4 (30:03):
Then I will follow you.
Speaker 1 (30:05):
Elijah shrugged, the smirk still lingering at the corner of
his mouth.
Speaker 4 (30:11):
You're go ahead, Kis, whoever you want? What have I
done to you that remains to be seen?
Speaker 9 (30:18):
Oh?
Speaker 4 (30:19):
You're quick, This will be fun.
Speaker 1 (30:23):
Elisha had spent his whole life behind the plow. It
was his father's before him, and his father's before that.
It was stability, It was tradition. It was the kind
of thing that men were supposed to hold onto. Elisha
burned it. He slaughtered the oxen, broke apart the plow,
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and lit it all ablaze. The fire roared, snapping at
the air, the scent of roasting meat rising with the smoke.
The entire village gathered, the smell to invite to ignore.
They ate, They feasted. They watched as Elisha, son of Shafat,
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walked away from his family's fields forever because there was
no going back. Because Elisha knew when Yahweh called, you
do not hesitate. Because a prophet's life was not a
life of safety or comfort or return. It was a
life of fire, and Elishah was ready. As Elisha and
(31:33):
his new master walked away from the smoking fields, silence
stretched between him, a good silence, the kind that meant
something had shifted. A new hope was dawning in Israel.
Yahue was on the move. Elisha pulled the mantle tighter
(31:55):
around his shoulders and turned to his master with a grin.
Speaker 11 (32:00):
I ja delai Shah. Well, I'm sure that won't get
confusing at all.
Speaker 4 (32:09):
You've got some with in you in this line of work.
You'll need it.
Speaker 7 (32:17):
If your faith has been kindled by this podcast and
it has affected your life, we'd love it if you
left her review. We read them, and me personally I
cherish them as you venture forth boldly and faithfully. I
leave you with the biblical blessing from numbers six IV.
Hashem vishmerechra yeah Heir hashempanave ele y sa hashempanavelera.
Speaker 1 (32:46):
Shalon.
Speaker 7 (32:47):
May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the
Lord make his face shine upon you. May he be
gracious to you. Made the Lord turn his face towards
you and give you peace.
Speaker 1 (32:59):
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