<TITLE>06. Par 22-25</TITLE>L-22 Then Bartimaeus looked over a little bit, kind of shivered, and said, "You know, I wish that Jehovah was still Jehovah. Somehow I believe He is, but my priest tells me that all those things are past. He isn't right."
All at once he hears something coming: click, click, click, click. It's a little donkey. Well, it must be a rich man, because transportation then is usually by... The poor went by foot; the rich went by cart drawn by donkey, or either rode on the back of a donkey. So he rises, runs out about twenty feet to the big cobblestone road. And run out, and said, "Alms for the blind. Alms for the blind."

L-23 All at once the little donkey stopped, and he heard a cruel voice saying, "Out of my way, beggar. I am the servant of the Lord. I'm on my way to Jericho this morning. I'm going to meet the ministerial association. I'm going to see that there's no healing services around here, none of that fanaticism. Any so-called Galilean prophet ain't coming around here with none of His fanaticism. Out of my way, beggar. I must be on my way. I'm on the Lord's service."
"Pardon me, holy one." Backed back...
On into Jericho he goes, to hold the--get the ministerial association to stop all campaigns of such. (Maybe that's a little rude. Maybe I oughtn't to have said that.) By the way, you know, the man dies, but the spirit doesn't. So it's too bad, but that's the way it's supposed to be, for every generation rising in the judgment will have to stand the same thing. You see, you got to go through the same exactly thing.

L-24 Then as Bartimaeus made his way back, it was getting up in the day (Let's think a little piece). And the sun now coming across had shadowed the rock. So he felt around till he found him another one, set down. He thought, "Well, I guess I won't take nothing in tonight. I guess we'll just have to do without."
And as he set down, he thought, "Well, I was having such a wonderful dream about days gone by, and about great Jehovah." Then he picked up his thought again and said, "Yes, I remember mother telling me one of my favorite stories. One of my favorite stories was this: She used to tell me of the prophet Elijah. I like that one so well, because she'd say, 'Bartimaeus, you like the story about Elijah, the Tishbite, with the Shunammite woman?'"
"Yes, Mama, because it's about a little boy, and how God worked his plan by a little boy." And he loved that, because he believed in Jehovah too.

L-25 And this Shunammite woman, being a Gentile, yet God showed her favor. How the great, mighty prophet Elijah come to the city, and she perceived that he was a holy man. And he lived in a cave up in the mountain. And he had his servant with him, Gehazi, who was kind of a like a campaign manager that went around, and helped him get things ready when he would speak. And somehow another she liked this man. She thought he was a wonderful person.
So her husband was kind of an elderly man, and she was growing old. And she said to her husband, "I pray thee, let's show favor to this man, because I perceive that he is a holy man."
And they built a little chamber on the side of their house, a little prophet's chamber: put him a little bed there and, also, put him a little jug of water, and a little stool to set on, and a little pan to wash his tired, weary feet and limbs when he set down. And no doubt the servant would bring him out something to eat, when she heard him out there in the chamber.


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