"Have you something for me to eat, something to drink?" the unassuming stranger asked. "I’m weak from hunger and weary from my journey. Please, I beg you."

My heart reached out to him. I felt the same hunger pains. Zarephath, like wherever this man was fleeing from, was in the grip of famine. I too was weak and weary. I too needed someone to rescue me before I perished.

I had almost nothing, and he was asking me to give him what little I had. If it had only been me, I would have given him my last morsel without a second thought. I had given God plenty of reasons to turn His back on me. I didn’t deserve to live, but what about my little boy, the light of my life, whom I adored?

"Come. ... Of course, come in," I answered haltingly. "But, you see, I have nothing to give you. I have only enough flour and oil to prepare one last meal for my son and myself before we die. We were gathering sticks for the fire when you came up the path."

He was a handsome child, but now gaunt from having eaten very little for several weeks. A smile lightened his lips. He always had a smile. "Mother, I have found some sticks, too. The wind caused them to fall in the night. They will make a nice fire."

The man looked deep into the child’s eyes. "Surely, the Lord has led me here," he said.

I looked over at my boy, his curly brown hair tousled by the breeze. His eyes were fixed on me, the way small children look at their mothers with expectancy and trust.

"Do not fear," the man said. "Make me a small cake from it first, and bring it to me. Then make some for yourself and your son. For thus says the Lord God, ‘The bin of flour shall not be used up, nor shall the jar of oil run dry, until the day the Lord sends rain on the earth.’"

I went to the shelf and took down the oil jar. It was light in my hands, nearly empty. Why was I doing this for a stranger? It didn’t make sense.

"Light the fire, my son, while I make the bread."

I took the sack of flour from its bin. It too was nearly gone. As I kneaded the dough, a strange thing happened. Energy returned to my hands. My feet felt light as I took it to the oven. This bread was different.

I struggled to ignore my pangs of hunger as the room began to smell of freshly baked bread, and I avoided my son’s attentive stare.

The man reached for the bread as I offered it to him. He held it up to God and said, "Lord, bless this food You have provided, and bless these hands that have prepared it." He turned to me and smiled. "Now make for yourself and your son."

"But I have just used the last…" I hesitated. His eyes told me that I should just do as he said.

"Son, hand me the flour and the oil."

The boy’s eyes were filled with wonder as he handed me the flour. The sack was heavier than it had been in days. Then he passed me the oil jar, and as he did, oil splashed on our hands. Our hearts, like the jar of oil, were full to overflowing.

And God was true to His word. A handful of flour and a few drops of oil kept the three of us alive for nearly three years, until the famine had passed.

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God's finances work the opposite from the world’s. The world says, "When I've got my million, then I'll start giving." But the Lord says, "Start giving what you've got now, and then I'll give you more." Man says, "Me first. Self-preservation is the first law of nature." But God says, "Put Me and Mine first, and I'll take care of you afterwards."1

Life is in the Seed

By Curtis Peter Van Gorder

Planting seeds and watching them grow can be a wonderful, gratifying experience. Of course, planting a few seeds in a flower pot and farming are two different things. I once thought farming would be easy and attempted to plant corn in an abandoned field that my family owned. I rented a tiller and dug up the ground, bought some seed corn and planted it, and hauled water to help the seeds germinate, but I had planted too late in the year and frost killed the shoots when they were still tender. Next I tried to grow spinach, but the bugs had a feast and I got their leftovers. After those experiences I was thankful that I didn't have to make my living by farming. They did, however, give me a greater appreciation for farmers. I will never again take a single ear of corn or leaf of spinach for granted!

A seed is the beginning of something much bigger. The seed of the globe turnip, for example, is less than 1 mm (one-twentieth of an inch) in diameter, but within a few months it can grow into a mature turnip that weighs 27 million times its original weight. If conditions are right, it will increase its own weight by 1500% in one minute.

You might think that it would take a large seed to produce a large plant. Not so. The giant redwood tree, the largest tree in the world, grows from a seed only 1.6 mm (1/16 of an inch) long. Nor is a large seed required for beauty. One of the most stunning flowers, the orchid, comes from one of the tiniest seeds and grows solely on moisture and nutrients it draws from the air, no soil required. A million orchid seeds weigh 29 grams (about 1 ounce).

It takes the proper conditions for seeds to germinate and the plant to grow and mature, but if conditions aren't right, some seeds are able to wait it out. Beneath thick ice, in a frozen lemming burrow, scientists found seeds of the arctic tundra lupine which they calculated to be 5,000 years old. The seeds germinated in 48 hours when put in warm, fertile soil.

So if you feel inconsequential, too small, too young, or too old, take heart! Perhaps there is latent greatness in you, just waiting to be brought to life by the power of God. Let the warm sunshine of His love and the water of His Word work their miracle.

Curtis Peter Van Gorder is a member of the Family International in the Middle East.