King Joram & The Boiled Babies

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on the Chosen People. Let me tell you this. 00:00:06 Speaker 2: Hearing God's voice isn't about knowing secrets for your own gain. It's about trust, the kind of trust that lets you act when he calls and stays silent when he doesn't. If you want that, you'd better learn to listen and stop looking for shortcuts. 00:00:23 Speaker 1: In the war room of the King of Aram, the king paced like a caged animal. 00:00:29 Speaker 3: Where is dz Elisha? Tell me where he's hiding in Dauphan, your majesty, A small city lightly defended. 00:00:40 Speaker 4: They're here, the army. 00:00:42 Speaker 5: They've surrounded us. 00:00:44 Speaker 3: There's no way out, master. 00:00:46 Speaker 4: Do you hear me? 00:00:47 Speaker 1: Keisha gestured wildly toward the hills, where the Aramian army stood like a silent avalanche waiting to fore. The air shifted heavy and electric, as though the war world itself held its breath. Keisha blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, everything was different. The hills that had seemed full of enemies now burned with light. Horses and chariots of fire stood upon the ridges, their forms glowing with an otherworldly brilliance. The Army of Heaven surrounded the Army of Aram. Their numbers vast, their presence overwhelming. 00:01:34 Speaker 6: Shello, my friends, from here in the Holy Land of Israel. I'm ya l estein with the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, and welcome to the Chosen People. Each day we'll hear a dramatic story inspired by the Bible, stories filled with timeless lessons of faith, love, and the meaning of life. Through Israel's story, we will find this truth that we are all chosen for something great. So take a moment today to follow the podcast. If you're feeling extra grateful for these stories, we would love it if you left us a review. I read every single one of them, and if you're interested in hearing more about the prophetic, life saving work of the Fellowship, you can visit IFCJ dot org. Let's begin. 00:02:23 Speaker 1: The city of Samaria was dying. Its walls still stood, the gate still barred, but inside famine had hollowed out the people. Hunger had stripped away all pretense, dignity, and morality had become distant memories. Outside the walls, the Aramians waited patiently in their camp. They knew the city would fall not by force, but by the slow, inescapable weight of starvation. Far from the palace. In a small courtyard shaded poorly by wilted trees, a group of young men sat in a semicircle around their teacher. They were Elisha's disciples, men who had left their homes and comforts to learn the ways of the Lord from Israel's most controversial prophet, Elisha. The heat of the day bore down on them, but it was nothing compared to the heaviness in the air. Elisha sat before them, his face calm, his voice steady. He seemed unaffected by the misery that surrounded him. His students, though, were not so composed. They fidgeted in silence, waiting for him to speak. 00:03:41 Speaker 2: Do you know why people hate the prophets? 00:03:44 Speaker 1: He asked the question lightly, almost conversationally, but no one dared to answer. 00:03:51 Speaker 2: It is not because we speak for God that they can ignore. Nor is it because we speak the truth that too they can dismiss. No, people hate prophets because we make them see, and once a man sees, he cannot unsee. That is what they cannot forgive. 00:04:12 Speaker 1: The students exchanged uneasy glances. They had heard the murmurs in the streets, the whispers of blame cast at Elisha's feet. To them, he was a man of wisdom and authority. But to the people of Samaria he was something else, entirely a reminder of the lord's demands, of their own failures, and perhaps worst of all, of their inability to save themselves. Finally, Keisha, Elisha's apprentice, spoke. 00:04:42 Speaker 3: But surely, Master, they must know the famine. It's not your fault. 00:04:47 Speaker 2: You warned them. This would happen if they did not turn back to the law. Blame does not require logic, my boy. The king sees his people starving and looks for someone to hang the weight of it on. Can blame the Amians. They are doing what enemies do. He cannot blame himself. Kings are never at fault in their own eyes. So he blames me, because I am here and I am inconvenient. 00:05:16 Speaker 1: The students fell silent again. There are ease growing. They had all heard the stories of the king's rage, of his desperate attempts to find a scapegoat for the city's suffering. Elisha, unbothered by their discomfort, pressed on. 00:05:32 Speaker 2: They will come for me soon. The king will send his men, and they will knock down the door, and they will drag me to his throne room, and do you know what he will say? 00:05:42 Speaker 3: What will he say? Master? 00:05:44 Speaker 2: You will say, why have you brought this on us? Why has your god abandoned us? And I will tell him what I have told him before. The Lord does not abandon It is the people who walk away. But the King will not listen. He will shout and threaten, and perhaps he'll try to kill me, And still he will not listen. 00:06:07 Speaker 1: The tension in the courtyard was palpable. The students shifted uncomfortably, but none dared to interrupt. Finally, one of them, a younger man with a thin, trembling voice, spoke up. 00:06:24 Speaker 4: The Lord will deliver us, won't he. 00:06:27 Speaker 3: He will not let his people perish, will he. 00:06:30 Speaker 2: Deliverance will come, but not how you expect. The Lord is not a tame god. He's not some street cat you can woo with a saucer of milk. 00:06:41 Speaker 3: He's a lion. 00:06:42 Speaker 2: He does not move according to your timetable of mine. But he will move that I know. 00:06:50 Speaker 1: The boy's question hung in the air, unanswered in any way that comforted him. Another student, Reuben, finally asked the question that the rest of them were too afraid to voice, and. 00:07:02 Speaker 3: What will become of us? 00:07:03 Speaker 4: Master? 00:07:04 Speaker 3: If the city falls. 00:07:06 Speaker 2: Your task is not to ask what will become of you. Your task is to be faithful the trust. The city may fall, you may fall, but the Lord's purposes will not. If you cannot understand that now, you will learn it in time. 00:07:23 Speaker 1: The boy lowered his head, ashamed, but not at ease. Elisha watched him for a moment, then turned his gaze to the city beyond the courtyard. 00:07:34 Speaker 2: And now, my students, I must go. The King will call, and I must answer. Pray not for my safety, but for their ears to be opened. For that, I fear is the greater miracle. 00:07:49 Speaker 1: He left them, then, walking with a purpose that defied the slow decay of the city around him. The students sat in silence, their eyes following him until he was out of sight. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of a woman crying echoed through the streets. The Aramians waited beyond the walls. The king brooded in his chamber, and above it all, the Lord watched the Palace of Samaria, once a symbol of power and wealth, now reeked of despair. The grandeur of its walls and ornate chambers could not hide the truth. The King of Israel was a broken man ruling over a broken city. King Joam, son of Ahab and Jezebel, paced restlessly across the floor of his throne room, his royal robes hung loose on his frame, his face gaunt, his eyes hollow. He was a man whose power meant nothing against the relentless grip of famine outside. His people starved. Inside, he wrestled with his own helplessness. He turned his anger toward heaven and earth alike. 00:09:05 Speaker 3: Donkey heads and dove droppings. This is what my people eat. Now, this, this is the banquet I preside over as key. 00:09:16 Speaker 1: He stopped pacing and turned toward the window, where the faint sound of weeping drifted up from the streets below. 00:09:23 Speaker 5: They hunted, crying out, help me, my lord, the king. I ask for my As though I can turn stones into bread, as though I can conjure water for the tears of widows. 00:09:40 Speaker 4: How can I the threshing floors empty, the wine press dry? 00:09:46 Speaker 3: Shall I give him? Call it a feast? 00:09:50 Speaker 1: King Joham's voice rose, trembling with frustration and fury, before it cracked under the weight of his despair. He leaned heavily against the window. His gaunt frame was silhouetted by the dimming sunlight below. The city stretched out like a graveyard. The streets were quiet except for the faint sound of weeping. His eyes wandered aimlessly, hollow with exhaustion, until they settled on a woman standing alone in the market square. Her cries, sharp and insistent, cut through the stillness, drawing Joham's attention. For a fleeting moment, something stirred within him, a glimmer of purpose, a chance to act, to fix something. The King straightened his robe, his voice ringing out with an authority that felt foreign even to him. 00:10:45 Speaker 3: I say, good, lady, Oh what troubles you speak? 00:10:50 Speaker 4: Your King is here to help. 00:10:52 Speaker 1: The woman's head snapped toward him, her skeletal frame trembling as she stepped forward, her hollow eyes narrowing. Her cries softened, replaced by a rasping voice that carried the weight of unspeakable grief. 00:11:09 Speaker 7: Dan, Jo, room, you must judge between me and this woman. 00:11:13 Speaker 1: The crowd shifted, murmurs rising as another figure, hunched and shadowed, slinked further back into the square. Jo roam leaned closer, his grip tightening on the window sill. 00:11:27 Speaker 3: Tell me what has happened? How can I assist? 00:11:31 Speaker 1: The woman hesitated, her sunken eyes darting to the other ghastly woman before locking on the king. 00:11:41 Speaker 7: She said, she said to me, give us your son, that we may that we may eat. 00:11:51 Speaker 4: Well, eat my son tomorrow. 00:11:55 Speaker 1: The murmurs ceased, the square fell silent save for the woman's ragged breaths. Jo Rum blinked as if the words didn't register. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. 00:12:10 Speaker 7: So I I gave my thunder, We. 00:12:18 Speaker 3: Boil you, we he my son? 00:12:27 Speaker 7: Oh God, we ain't my boy, my baby boy, Oh Lord, forgive me. 00:12:35 Speaker 1: My She collapsed into herself, trembling violently as the words spilled into the air like poison. Joe Rum recoiled his hands, gripping the window sill so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Her confession lingered in the air, heavy and putred, and then, as if pulled taut by own despair, she snapped upright, trembling still, but now with a raw, searing fury. Her voice cut through the suffocating stillness, sharp and unrelenting as her trembling finger shot out, accusing towards the shadowy figure who had betrayed her. 00:13:20 Speaker 7: But when it was hurting to keep her son, she hid him, and she hid herse from me. 00:13:27 Speaker 3: Where is the justice? 00:13:32 Speaker 1: Her words echoed through the square unanswered. The crowd stood frozen, their faces pale, their bodies rigid. Jo Hum stared down at her, his chest, heaving his mind, scrambling for something, anything, to say. But there was nothing, nothing but the truth staring back at him. The city was broken beyond repair, and was he. King Joam's arms fell limply to his sides. He turned slowly, retreating into the shadows of the throne room, like a man fleeing his own death, just as the woman's cries faded into the background. As the king retreated in shame, What have we come? Jooram shut the door behind him, drowning out the sobs and shouts of the people. He fell face down onto the dusty and cobbled floor. He peered up at the dark ceiling, wondering if the Lord was there, Was he listening? Did he care? King Joam tore his robe, the fabric ripping apart, as though to reveal the truth of his helplessness. Beneath The king wore sackcloth against his skin, a mar of mourning and repentance. His sorrow curdled into rage, his trembling hands bawling into fists. His grief gave way to anger. 00:15:11 Speaker 8: Elisha, Elisha, Elisha. 00:15:15 Speaker 3: This is his doing. 00:15:16 Speaker 8: He claims to speaking of Lord, and yet he lets us supper. He boxes with his silence, fights while we starve, and does nothing. They God deal with me severely in the head of Elisha, son of Schaback, remains on his shoulders today. 00:15:34 Speaker 1: The king's words echoed through the chamber as he turned sharply toward his guards. 00:15:40 Speaker 8: Bring him to me, Drag him from whatever hole he hides in. 00:15:46 Speaker 3: He will answer for this, his Lord, I will. 00:15:54 Speaker 1: The guards hesitated for only a moment before bowing and hurrying to obey. The king, now alone in his chamber, stood trembling, his breath shallow and ragged. Outside, the cries of the starving city continued, and in the distance, the drums of the Aramians beat a steady, merciless rhythm. The guards marched through the streets of Samaria, their faces grim, their hands resting uneasily on the hilts of their swords. They dared not disobey the king's commands, although they didn't find pleasure in it. Their destination was a modest house near the edge of the city, where Elisha and his students had gathered. The air was different within Elisha's home, calmer, quieter. Elisha sat among his students, speaking softly. 00:16:51 Speaker 2: The city's salvation is near. Don't let your hearts grow Troubled. 00:16:56 Speaker 1: Reuben leaned forward, speaking out of fear for the future. 00:17:00 Speaker 4: But Master, how can you say this? You luck a man who sleeps in the boat while the rest of us face the storm. 00:17:08 Speaker 1: Elisha let out a wry half smile at his student's clever allegory. Reuben pressed on, slightly aggravated by his master's lack of reply. 00:17:19 Speaker 4: Have you not heard the latest report? The people are starving. Mothers boil their children for food. The king blames you, and his anger grows by the hour. 00:17:34 Speaker 3: Master. I've followed you since I was a boy. 00:17:39 Speaker 4: I've always trusted you, But in this dire moment, I don't understand you. How can you speak of salvation when oh, we. 00:17:55 Speaker 3: See his death? 00:17:57 Speaker 2: Is it death that ridings you, dear, or is it to suffer many men? Have fallen for fear of suffering. But I entreat you to see beyond a door, what is the Lord doing in the midst of it. Faith does not come from what you feel, but from what you know to be true about the Lord's character. And what I know is this, the Lord has never failed us, and he has not forgotten his people. He never has and never will. Even now he is moving. 00:18:32 Speaker 1: The students exchanged uncertain glances. They wanted to believe him, but the weight of the city's suffering bore down on their hearts. Before any of them could speak, there came a loud pounding at the door. 00:18:46 Speaker 4: The kingsmen, they're here. 00:18:49 Speaker 1: The students froze, their eyes, darting toward Elisha. The prophet remained seated, unbothered. He gestured for one of them to open the door. The guards pushed their way in. 00:19:02 Speaker 3: Elisha, sign up, Safat, you are summoned to the king. He has commanded your head. 00:19:07 Speaker 1: Elisha remained unmoved. Slowly, he stood his gaze fixed on the guards. 00:19:14 Speaker 2: Do you not know what is about to happen? Before the sun sets tomorrow, the siege will end, the gates will open. There will be so much food in this city, that a measure of the finest flower will sell for a single shekel, and two measures of barley for the same price. At the gates of Samaria. 00:19:34 Speaker 1: The guards stared at him, their stern expressions faltering. One of them, an officer with sharp features, in a sneering tone, stepped forward. 00:19:44 Speaker 3: Do you take it for fools profit? Even if the Lord himself opened the floodgates of heaven, could such a thing happen? 00:19:51 Speaker 2: You will see it with your own eyes, but you will not eat of it. 00:19:56 Speaker 3: Oh what's that supposed to mean? 00:19:58 Speaker 1: Old man Elijah paused, his back still turned, the faintest flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze steady, unyielding. You will see the words landed like stones. The officer opened his mouth as if to retort, but no words came. Something in Elisha's tone, calm, sure, final, made his sneer falter. The room felt colder, the silence stretching unbearably long, as Elisha turned away again, his focus now on his students, as though the officer had already ceased to matter. 00:20:42 Speaker 2: Stay here, my students, pray for the city. Salvation is near, and when it comes, it will come swiftly. 00:20:51 Speaker 1: With those words, he allowed the guards to lead him away. His disciples stood in stunned silence as the door closed behind them. Far beyond the city walls, the Aramian camp stretched out like a great beast, lying in wait. Tents and fires dotted the landscape, but there was something unusual about it. The fires burned, the food cooked, but the camp was silent, too silent. Something was happening in the night, something no one in Samaria yet understood. The throne room of Samaria was in disarray. King Joam, gaunt and twitching with barely contained frustration, sat slumped on his throne. Attendants hovered nearby, trying to appear useful, but avoiding eye contact with the king. It was at that precise moment, when things could not possibly get worse, a lone leper burst into the room. By all accounts, lepers made the least life heralds of good news. Their bodies ravaged by disease, marked them as untouchable. But this one's expression, a bizarre mix of giddy excitement and nervous energy, suggested he carry tidings of significance. 00:22:17 Speaker 9: Your majesty, I bring urgent news, news that will change everything. 00:22:25 Speaker 3: What the what is this thing doing in my throne room? Who let this contagion dut vermin in here? 00:22:34 Speaker 8: God sees him, your, your majesty's he's a leper. 00:22:39 Speaker 3: You you want me to touch him? Of course, seize him, But my liege, I'll get leprosy. 00:22:49 Speaker 8: Did wear gloves or you the stick? Shoot him with an arrow? Must I think of everything? 00:22:54 Speaker 2: Hey, hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just trying to help, all right. 00:23:01 Speaker 3: Speak lepper. 00:23:03 Speaker 10: But if this is some trick, I'll make sure you regret even existing. 00:23:10 Speaker 2: Oh, my king. We went to the Aramian camp, my friend and I. 00:23:14 Speaker 3: We were desperate. 00:23:16 Speaker 9: You see starving bones sticking out everywhere. 00:23:19 Speaker 3: It's a miracle we even had the strength to crawl there. 00:23:24 Speaker 9: We thought better to die by the sword than waste away here, right, So we snuck into the camp and lo and behold it was empty, completely abandoned. 00:23:39 Speaker 3: Empty. 00:23:40 Speaker 9: Yes, yes, not a single soldier in sight, just tense. 00:23:44 Speaker 3: Filled with food. 00:23:46 Speaker 9: Oh oh, the food, your majesty, bread, wine, roast, lamb perfectly seasoned by the way, like they knew we were coming. Oh and the cheeses, soft cheeses, had Jesus cheese I didn't even know existed. 00:24:04 Speaker 3: The gods they still talk. 00:24:06 Speaker 9: And the wine, all the wine, barrels of it, red white, something with hints of lavender. Though I'm not an expert, of course, But anyway, we feasted for hours hours. 00:24:19 Speaker 3: I mean, I haven't eaten like that since it died. 00:24:21 Speaker 9: The point, you fool, Oh, right, right the point, at the point. 00:24:26 Speaker 3: The point. 00:24:27 Speaker 9: The point is they're gone. 00:24:30 Speaker 3: The whole army vanished. We don't know why, but they left everything behind. 00:24:37 Speaker 9: Food, wine, gold, silver, it's all still there. 00:24:42 Speaker 3: I didn't expect me to bewaitss is in some elaborate trap. 00:24:47 Speaker 2: No, no, no, no, no, it's not a trap, I swear my king. If you don't believe me, send some scouts. 00:24:53 Speaker 10: Please, sir. 00:24:54 Speaker 2: The city is starving. 00:24:56 Speaker 3: Said, This branch is lying our seat. That his punishment is. And if he's telling the truths snaking sense out of my sight before you spread bull Israel, you. 00:25:17 Speaker 9: Won't regret this, your majesty. Oh and if you happen to find a barrel of wine marked with a red x, ah, we may have finished that one. 00:25:27 Speaker 1: Sorry, that's out, Joam for all his faults, was not quite as much a fool as his father Ahab. He ordered scouts to investigate, and their return confirmed the leper's outlandish tale. The Aramians had fled, leaving behind a bounty so vast it defied comprehension. As words spread, the starving masses surged toward the gates, a desperate tide of humanity, ready to claim the salvation they had long prayed for. Jurham, however, was fixated on one thing, or rather one man. 00:26:10 Speaker 3: Elisia's prophecy. It's come true against all arms. The prophet was right. 00:26:18 Speaker 10: And my officer, that doubting fool, Oh, he'll be utterly crushed hears this, I must tell you. 00:26:28 Speaker 1: The king moved to the window, his smirk fading as he peered down at the chaos below. The gates had been thrown open, and the people, hollow eyed, skeletal and frantic, were surging toward the abandoned camp like a flood breaking through a dam. And there at the center of it all was the officer who The officer, the same man who had sneered at Elisha's prophecy, had been stationed at the gate to manage the crowd. But there was no managing the mob. They pushed, clawed, and trampled in their desperation, and the officer's body, frail against the tide, disappeared beneath the crush of humanity. He was quite literally. 00:27:16 Speaker 3: Crushed, crushed by the news. 00:27:22 Speaker 1: The dark irony of his words hung in the air, heavy and bitter. Elijah's prophecy had been fulfilled to the letter. The city was saved, the famine broken. 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