When he came to the town gate, a widow was there gathering sticks. He called to her and asked:
Man : Would you bring me a little water in a jar so I may have a drink?
Widow:As she was going to get a jar of water.
Man : And bring me, please, a piece of bread
Widow : I don’t have any bread, only a handful of flour in a jar and a little olive oil in a jug.
Man: Ok, then why are u gathering sticks?
Widow : I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son, that we may eat it and die.
Man: Don’t be afraid. go home and do as you have said. But first make a small loaf of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me, and then make something for yourself and your son.
Widow : She went away and did as the man had told her.
So there was food every day for the man and for the woman and her family. The jar of flour was not used up and the jug of oil did not run dry.
Some time later the son of the woman who owned the house became ill. He grew worse and worse, and finally stopped breathing.
To be continued......pls see my next post.