"And he [Jesus] said, Verily I say unto you, No prophet is accepted in his own country. But I tell you a truth, many widows were in Israel in the days of Elias [Elijah], when the heaven was shut up three years and six months, when great famine was throughout all the land; But unto none of them was Elias sent, save unto Sarepta, a city of Sidon, unto a woman that was a widow" (Luke 4:24-26)
The story of Elijah and the widow of Sidon is a beautiful story of faith and obedience, at least, at first. Soon it turns into sorrow and questioning. But I can't blame the widow her sorrow and test of faith, for I know that my spiritual health is in constant flux. I have more in common with her than not.
Elijah, and all the prophets of the Lord, are having a hard time in both Judah and Israel, where the kings have followed after other gods. Elijah is then commanded to go to a gentile city, to a gentile woman and her son. Sometimes we wonder why Israel was so special, that they got the law and the prophets. We forget these times of Elijah, and Jonah, when the prophets of Israel go out and find great faith. So, Elijah meets the woman and asks for food. Her response: "I have not a cake, but an handful of meal in a barrel, and a little oil in a cruse: and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die" (1 Kings 17:12). She was preparing for death.
But Elijah asks her to give him the food anyways, and for her obedience she barrel of meal and oil would remain until the end of the famine. And it was so. What faith of this widow! She only had enough food to make a last meal, and she gave it to a stranger. She must have been preparing for this day, when she and her son would eat their last food, and die, for a long time. She must have planned and thought and prayed about it for a while, agonizing, but able to do nothing else. And when asked, she obeyed. If she was wrong, they would die like planned, but if she was right, they would have life.
Quick, notice the conditions of the miracle: the meal and oil would only last until it started to rain again, signaling the end of the famine. The miracle was a blessing with a time limit-think Cinderella and midnight. I have been blessed so many times, with the gift of tongues, or confidence, or peace, or understanding, but only for a time. When the immediate needs are fulfilled, the gifts and miracles often go away. But, that does not make them any less of a miracles; that does not make them any less worthy of trying to obtain them. But yes, these things do not last forever. Only Christ Jesus is the bread of life. Obtain faith in Christ, not in a miracle.
Elder Holland, "A Handful of Meal and a Little Oil," General Conference April 1996: Elder Holland speaks for the widow
Then, came round 2 of faith for the widow, and for Elijah. Now that they had been temporarily saved, the widow's son got sick, and died. Was God going to save them, only to allow them to die the next moment? Trials do not come alone, but in pairs, and threesome, in hordes. But so does the grace of God, if we allow it. The widow, when her son is dead, asks "What have I to do with thee, O thou man of God? art thou come unto me to call my sin to remembrance, and to slay my son?" (1 Kings 17:18) We don't know what sin the widow had committed. But I understand what she meant. I have never remembered my sins more than when I was in the 2011 Sendai earthquake, and I had never repented more. I felt my own mortality, and couldn't help but wonder if the end of my life would be because of my mistakes and sins. And I worked so hard in Sendai. Why would the Lord have granted me all those miracles, all those moments of growth and revelation, if He was going to send a tsunami, and so send me somewhere else.
Even Elijah appears to have these questions. He takes the boy into his own room, into his own bed, asks why this evil has happened, and "stretched himself upon the child three times, and cried unto the LORD, and said, O LORD my God, I pray thee, let this child's soul come into him again" (1 Kings 17:21). And the child's soul came back, and he lived, and Elijah took him down to his mother, saying, "See, thy son liveth". And she answered, "Now by this I know that thou art a man of God, and that the word of the LORD in thy mouth is truth" (1 Kings 17:23-24).
The barrel of unending meal was not enough to convert her. We are the same. We have miracles that should convince us of the truth, and power, of God. But, we're waiting for something bigger. No, God must deliver us from a bigger crisis before we will believe with full heart. But, He already has. Like Elijah, Christ has saved us all from death. We will die, and our mothers will cry, but Jesus will come to our mothers and say, "See, thy son liveth." He has already done this. The greatest miracle of our lives has already been accomplished. The atonement, for us, a preemptive miracle. And we will live.
Now, I maybe criticized the widow unfairly. At the end of the day, faith, either hers or Elijah's, was sufficient that the dead son was made alive again. And, it produced a spiritual rebirth in the woman. Yes, we should all have greater faith. But if I learned anything from Elijah and the widow and the son, it's this: God doesn't expect our faith to be perfect, 100% of the time. He knows that we are imperfect. And, despite our imperfections and moments of weakness and doubt, He still provides miracles. He still saves us. Wether or not we accept Christ, Christ still took upon Himself our sins, and afflictions, and pains. He does it anyway. And we live.