The Untold Story of Elijah
By Kurt W. Schuller (USA)
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This manuscript (currently titled "the tishbite" but I am considering "A Man of God") is unfinished This Is a fictional account of the life of Elijah. It is raw and powerful reflecting the actual state of life at the time.It has a strong sexual theme which is necessary because of the story it tells. It is both inspirational as well as entertaining. It was written to entertain the reader first.` Your feedback is welcome I hope you enjoy.
Part one: A Man Of God
Jezebel stood out on the Kings bedroom balcony, looking at the storm clouds that loomed over the distant mountains.
“Our prayers will be answered soon.”
From behind her came the sound of Ahab’s snoring.
She rolled her eyes, turned and walked toward the bed, standing over him as he slept. Again the deep throaty sound of his snore began to reverberate through the room. She picked up his tunic, which he had carelessly thrown onto the floor in his hurry to make love to her, and folded it carefully. Just as Ahab was beginning to snore again she laid it across his mouth and nose, muffling the obnoxious sound. She paused, and for a brief moment she thought about smothering him with it. She even began to move her hands toward his face to clamp down against the folded tunic, but was startled when his hand reflexively batted at the object covering his face, knocking it back onto the floor. He opened his eyes with a start to find Jezebel standing over him, her hands now innocently behind her back.
“Huh- what” he sputtered. “What is going on?”
Jezebel stroked the side of his face with her hand. “You were having a nightmare and I came to-to comfort you.”
“I couldn’t breathe! It was an awful dream.”
She bent over him and kissed his forehead whispering. “You are safe now, my love.”
Ahab smiled serenely and reached for her, trying to pull her close to him to kiss her. Jezebel turned her face to one side, offering him her cheek. With reluctant hesitation he accepted. Even this small contact with his face made her grimace.
She pulled away from him. “I have things to attend to. I will send the servants with your breakfast.”
She hurried out of the room and went to the temple of Baal. Here she found Rabah lighting incense and praying. She waited for him to finish.
“Did you see the clouds over the mountains? It will rain soon, I know that it will.”
“Jezebel” sighed the priest. “It has been a month since we performed the ritual. I have watched those clouds form and then disappear every day for the past ten days. I pray that you are right but.-” Rabah paused and looked up at the altar, watching the last of his incense smoke rising and dissipating, like the false promise of the distant storm clouds.
“-we should have killed him then and there.” He said through clenched teeth.
She rolled her eyes. “Again with the ‘we should have killed him’. You need to broaden your thinking and see the big picture.”
Rabah just stared at her.
Jezebel threw out her hands in frustration. “Alright! If it is that important to you then go ahead. Chop off his head, hang him from a tree, drag him through the streets- whatever method you have been using to kill the other priests of Jehovah, it is fine by me.”
Rabah, who had been looking triumphant as Jezebel changed her mind, looked down at the floor evasively.
Jezebel was puzzled. “You have started with the purge? Haven’t you?”
Rabah paused and took a deep breath in and out.
“I did see the big picture, as you put it. I thought that as long as we were waiting to embarrass this so- called prophet before killing him, that that would also make our plans for the priests go smoother as well. Once it rained and proved this Jehovah false that would be the perfect time to begin killing them and no one would lift a finger once they had been proven priests of a false god.”
Jezebel smiled. “Why Rabah, I underestimated your capacity for linear thinking.”
The smile left her face. “But I fear that your hesitation shows a lack of faith in Baal, and that may be the reason he has withheld the rains.”
She walked up the steps of the altar and stood, hands raised before Baal’s image. After a brief moment she turned back to him.
“Kill them all- without any more delay.”
“And the prophet?”
“I give you permission to kill him- last.”