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
Joseph was in love.
Sarah, this small and fairy like creature had stolen his heart. He loved everything about her, her smile her laughter, even her unending silly questions.
“ Did you know your grandfather Joseph?”
Joseph smiled patiently. Compared to her questions about fish and where they go to the bathroom this one was not silly. Instead it was slightly disturbing. He stopped walking and sat down on a nearby boulder beckoning her to sit on his lap. She jumped up on him eagerly; it was one of her favorite places to be.
“Yes, of course” He said stroking her hair with his hand.
He must be dead, he thought to himself. A tinge of sadness went through him for this small bundle of pure love on his lap, to have lost so much, so young.
“Did he die before you were born?”
“Don’t know” she said tersely rocking her legs back and forth.
“You don’t know? What did your father say about him?”
“Nothing. Never said nothing. A while after my mother died I asked him about Grandparents, and he looked at me all sad and said ‘ You don’t have any.’ I hated making him sad all over again so I just forgot about it.”
She stooped rocking her legs and looked up at him. “Is it possible not to have a grandparents?”
“Only Adam and his sons fit that description” He smiled down at her and poked her gently in the belly “unless of course you count God.”
Sarah smiled and giggled.
“Yes my sweet, you have a grandparents. They’re either dead or else something bad must have happened between your dad and his parents, so your father decided it was better to pretend as if they didn’t even exist.”
“That’s a good question. Sorry I don’t have a good answer. In a nutshell, it’s sin.”
Sarah grew serious.
“Like when I would argue with my mom? Dad told me it was a sin to fight with her.”
“You are an extraordinary little girl Sarah! It’s a lot like that. We fight against God; we resist Him at every turn. Ever since Adam we have tried to ignore Him.”
Joseph held out his arm and swept it across the landscape.
“And this is the result; a land full of corruption and misery. Where Kings look out for themselves and not their people. Where evil men make orphans of sweet children over money-.”
Joseph wrapped his arms around her and hugged tightly.
“- and where parents and their children can grow to become as strangers.”
Joseph felt her body start to quiver. Sarah was crying.
“Why.” She sobbed. “Why am I being punished? I don’t remember ever fighting with God.”
Joseph felt a stab of guilt. He had meant to comfort her, not make her cry.
“You know, someday Sarah, God’s deliverer will come and then everything will be different.”
He gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
“And he himself will wipe away your tears. And do you know what? When he wipes them away it will be for good.”
Sarah sniffed a few times and managed a weak smile.
“For always and ever?”
“Amen and amen! No more tears, ever!”
He held her even tighter.
“We have to go now, sweet, or we won’t make it before sundown. We’ll both be safe soon.”
He picked her up and began to carry her. She leaned close to him, kissed his cheek and whispered. “I feel safe right now.”
The rest of the way Sarah was uncharacteristically silent and seemed deep in thought, but she never let go of his hand.
“There. Up ahead. Samaria.” Joseph pointed at a large hill on the horizon.
“But I don’t see anything. Where is the city? Where are the buildings?”
Joseph laughed gently. “It’s built into the side of that hill. We are approaching it from behind because that is where safety lies.”
With that Sarah was again her old self again. Whatever internal processing she had done was finished.
“Will there be any puppies where we are going?”