photo by Robert Caputo, by way of National Geographic.
I accompanied an elderly man to church this morning, out of general human kindness, and to help assuage his fears concerning my soul.
One of the scripture readings was 2 Kings, chapter 2, describing Elijah the prophet being taken up into heaven by a chariot of fire.
(OK, there are reasonable explanations for this, bear with me…)
Elisha, his apprentice, is now left behind to lament and rend his clothes, accept the adulation of his followers, and carry on the prophets work:
“23And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.”
“24And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.”
Way to go, Elisha.
Head prophet for how long and you’re so sensitive about being bald that you curse little children?
But I almost laughed out loud at verse 24… two she bears came out of the woods and ripped apart 42 children.
I’m still looking up data to support there even being bears in Canaan, much less two females together, much less them being so wantonly savage as to take the time to shred 42 children.
I call bear poop on this one.