<TITLE>27. Par 289-294</TITLE>L-289 John was more than a prophet. And look, he come the humblest of all of them. But he was more than a prophet. You know what John was? He was a messenger of the covenant. Sure, he was. He went beyond a prophet. A prophet's a seer who sees things. John did too, but he was beyond that. He was a messenger of the covenant. He said, "Yeah, this is he who was said, 'I send My messenger before Thy face.'" That's who it was; he was a messenger of the covenant. Sure. In his simple way of coming, it just blinded the intellectual.

L-290 Now, we got to close pretty soon, about a few more minutes, got a few things here I want to say, some Scriptures and some notes.
How about the widow with a handful of meal? She'd got to her weakness; she probably starved herself to death. She had no meal. She couldn't go nowhere else and borrow any meal; nobody else had any. But she come to a place, a great believer, her husband had been a great man of God. And she was a widow with a child. And she had just a handful of meal, but it was enough; that's all she needed. Consecrated in the hands of God, she lived on it for three years and six months, on a handful of meal. She'd got weak.

L-292 She went out that morning to pick up two sticks, and break them and put them together. See, the two sticks is a cross. See? Break... She said, "I'm going to get two sticks." She never said, "get an armful," now, just two sticks. That's it. See the symbol?
And, yeah, old ancient way... The way to light a fire now, is take logs and cross them, burn them right in the middle. When I go camping, I... In the mountains at nighttime, keep from freezing, I lay a log this way and a log this way, and in the nighttime just keep pushing the ends up, and it burns it right up like that as you come up (See?) right through the cross.

L-294 "I am--got two sticks. I'm going to bread, dress this meal, this little handful of meal, and make a cake for me and my son. We eat it and die." She was really in weakness, wasn't she? She said... And she turned around and started to walk back. Oh, that hot morning. Oh, it'd been so long then without anything. Everything... No water, and people screaming, people dying, everywhere; nowhere to borrow, nothing to do. She was at the end of the road. She was in her weakness. She said, "I'm going to dress it for me and my son, and then we'll eat and die." So she turned around and she said...
"Just a minute." She looked back. And that old fuzzy face sticking across the gate down there, said, "Go, make a little cake for me first, and bring it to me." Oh. "Fetch Me a little water in your hand, and a piece of bread, for, THUS SAITH THE LORD..." Oh, my, that one did it. Oh, my. That little bit she had (See?) she consecrated it to God. That was enough to feed her the rest of the time. Yeah. See, when she was weak then she was strong.


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