1 Kings 19:1-8 · Elijah Flees to Horeb

1 Now Ahab told Jezebel everything Elijah had done and how he had killed all the prophets with the sword. 2 So Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah to say, "May the gods deal with me, be it ever so severely, if by this time tomorrow I do not make your life like that of one of them."

3 Elijah was afraid and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he left his servant there, 4 while he himself went a day's journey into the desert. He came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. "I have had enough, Lord ," he said. "Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors." 5 Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep. All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." 6 He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again.

7 The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you." 8 So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God.

Help Wanted, Dad. Ask For Calvin And Hobbes.
1 Kings 19:1-8
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by Lowell D. Streiker
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1. What Do Daddies Do?

Six-year-old Calvin is talking to his stuffed Tiger Hobbes:  Calvin: Here's a box of crayons. I need some illustrations for a story I'm writing. You can draw something besides tigers, can't you? Hobbes: Sure, Leopards, pumas, ocelots....you name it. (Time passes and we find Calvin in bed with his stuffed tiger, ready to be tucked in by his father.) 

Calvin: Here Dad, read this story tonight. I wrote it and Hobbes illustrated it.

Dad:...Um. OK. (He reads aloud.) "The Dad Who Lived to Regret Being Mean to His Kid."

Hobbes: What are you pausing for. Keep reading.

Dad: Barney's dad was really bad. So Barney hatched a plan. When his dad said, "Eat your peas!" Barney shouted, "NO!" and ran. Barney tricked his mean ol' dad and locked him in the cellar. His mom never fo…

by Lowell D. Streiker