<TITLE>09. Par 23-25</TITLE>L-23 "And Bartimaeus, this great woman, she'd see this holy man pass through the city. So she wanted to show some favor to him, because she loved God, and she knowed this was His servant, and she wanted to help him and do something for him. So she'd--she'd see him coming, and she would go out and bid him to come in and--and stay with them. So her husband was rather a rich man. So one day she said to her husband, 'You know, dear, this great holy man of God comes by here, and he goes up there to a cave where he's living, up in Mount Carmel. So as he passes through here, I believe it would be good if we built him just a little room on the side of our house. I believe that would be real nice if we'd do that, because both of us believe in God, and He is God, and that's God's representative. That's the highest order in the earth now of God is His representative.' So her husband said, 'I think that'd be fine.' So they built the little house on there."

L-24 "And one day when Elijah and Gehazi, his--his servant, came by and they seen this little room built on there and went in. They had them a nice little bed there, and--and a little stool and some water and everything. So said, 'Go ask this Shunammite what could I do for her. She's been so kind to us; maybe we could return the--the kindness. Maybe she'd want me to speak to the king, or maybe she'd want me to speak to the chief captain or someone.' But you know, Bartimaeus, what that woman, she didn't ask for nothing. But when Gehazi came back, he said, 'I'll tell you, Elijah, the great prophet of God, the woman is barren. She has no children. She's never had any children.'" And say, "Bartimaeus, you know any mother wants a little, sweet little boy like you are. See? That's the reason Jehovah's so good to me to give you--give me a little boy like you. And that poor mother wanted a little boy like you. So Elijah said, 'Go, tell her to come stand before me.' And so, no doubt but Elijah had a vision of what to do. So then when the woman came in, he said, 'According to the time of life, you're going to bear a son.' And she went out. And you know what, Bartimaeus? That mother received a sweet little boy--just a little Gentile boy, just like you're a little Jewish boy. How that mother loved that little boy. How she must've thought he was the sweetest little thing."

L-25 "And when he was about eleven years old, one day he went with his papa out in the field to--to do the harvest. And I believe he must've got a sunstroke because he begin to say, 'My head, my head.' He got sicker and sicker. So the father being real busy with the hired hands, he had a servant to take the little fellow in, and laid him on his mother's lap. She kept him on the lap till about noon, and the breath all went out of him, and the poor little boy died. Now, but Bartimaeus, I want you to notice what this Gentile woman now, what she did. She took him in and laid him on the bed of the prophet."
Now, there's a wonderful revelation. See? She didn't take him to his own bed, neither did she take him to her bed, or the father's bed. She took him and laid him on the prophet's bed in the chamber where the prophet had slept.


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