<TITLE>03. Par 9-12</TITLE>L-9 And as we see him now, sitting there in the warm sunshine, what's he going to do? Winter's coming on. And perhaps, there's no wood in, and the things that he would need.
And he begin to dream in his mind of that night he--of the dream that he had, that he could see again. And it brought back memories of his childhood.
You know, I just think it's good for all of us sometime in this day that we live in, in this hustle and bustle of life, if we'll just get off to ourself sometime and sit down, and go to thinking about God and His goodness. It's usually when we're thinking of Him that He appears. It was while those on the road from Jerusalem to Emmaus, as they were thinking and talking about Him, that He appeared among them.
And he begin to think of something like this. How that when he was a little boy out there on the hills of Judaea, the little yellow flowers, and how he used to get out as a little child and would pick those little flowers, and how pretty they was, especially when they were just coming up in the spring. And how he would see the blue skies and would wonder how far it was up to the skies. But since that day, his sight's been shut off from such.

L-10 Then he remembers another great thing of his childhood, of how that his beautiful little Jewish mother used to get him up in her arms after his midday lunch, and would set out on the front porch with--and rock him and--to get him to take his nap, and tell him Bible stories of the great Jehovah God. That how that God had led their people out of the bondage of Egypt, and had brought them into this great land that they lived. And he just loved to hear those stories.
One that he liked so well, was to think that when just down at the bottom of the hill at the ford, there was where that the Jehovah God rolled back the Jordan and held it at a standstill, until the mighty Joshua and the marching army of Israel crossed over. He loved those stories of the power of God.
Then there was another one that he liked real well. In the Bible, it was told about a--a woman, and she was a Shunammite woman. And she had a little boy such as he was. And how his mama would tell him these stories, and his little eyes would snap as they looked her in her pretty face...

L-11 And then on this story of the Shunammite woman, how that the prophet Elijah was such a wonderful kind man. And this Shunammite woman respected him to be a great servant of the Lord. And she was old, and did not have any children, and how the prophet had blessed her, and told her that she was going to embrace a son. And in the appointed time, the little boy came.
Oh, he loved that story, because it was about a little boy. And how this little boy loved his daddy. And one day out in the field while they were gathering grain, the little fellow must've got a sunstroke. It was about midday, and he begin to cry, "My head, my head." And the father had the little boy ordered to be took to his mother. And she held him on her lap for a few hours, and all his breath went out of him, and he died.

L-12 And how the woman must have been so inspired, that she took the little fellow up to the prophet's bed and laid him on the bed. What a wonderful place to lay him.
And her great faith in God, she said, "Saddle a mule now, and go forward, and don't stop," she said to the servant, "till we come to the man of God." She thought if she could ever get in the presence of Elijah, he was the one who told her the baby was coming, then surely he could tell her why God took the baby. And I like the story myself.


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